Eric Singer From Kiss Novels & Stories

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

"The moment is now getting dangerous, Selena..." The sound of his voice is luring me even more. It become much more deeper, huskier, and darker than the usual. His careful and cautious touch turns sensual and the tender rhythm of his kiss slowly become rough, demanding, and needy. On the back of my head, I know that I must complain.

He spoke softly. He moved even closer and I inched toward him, his breath fanning on mine, before he slips into a kiss, and the knot in my stomach freed with happiness. He didn’t kiss me roughly, it was gentle, almost as if he were scared to break me, it was calming, his hand still playing with my hair and his lips, moving against mine, our eyes closed as I savored this moment, never in my life did I think I would share a kiss with a mafia king.

Then he looked away. “Not bad, for a fresh face,” someone said next to me. I turned and saw a vampire with slick hair and a smug smile. “You don’t look like the others. What’s your name?” I stayed calm. “Medor Thornwell,” I said in the fake accent I’d practiced. “And you?” “Marcus Voss,” he replied. “Third son of the Voss line. Never heard of your family.” “You wouldn’t have,” I said with a shrug. “We keep to ourselves. Quiet part of the west.”

The livestream blew up instantly, with comments flooding in. "Is he really divorcing his pregnant wife? What kind of man does that?" "Not only is he doing nothing to save the victim, he's stopping others from helping too!" Viewers quickly uncovered my identity as a senior physician at Rosenhill Hospital who was up for a promotion. "This guy is getting promoted? Are the hospital administrators blind?" "Exactly! The one who deserves promotion is the female doctor!"

“Then why are you here?” “Because when I kissed you, I felt something.” She closed her eyes. “I felt it too.” Another pause. Then— “I hate you for it,” she whispered. “I hate myself more.” And then it happened again. Another kiss. But this time—slower. Angrier. Wetter. Their mouths collided like grief meeting hunger. He gripped her waist like she was an anchor. She kissed him like he was a mistake she wanted to make again. But she stopped first.

He asked for this. “Let’s go, Vikings,” Maven announced referring to his teammates. He then looked at me apologetically then cupped my cheeks. “Sorry for that, mosh. I love you,” he whispered then kissed me.

He leaned closer and his lips brushed her ears. "I may not be your first, but I'll make sure I'm your last "I am ... You will be my first." She whispered She turned a little towards him, his hot breath tickling her cheeks. His eyebrows twitched and sent her a questioning look. "Nothing has ever happened to Karish." she continued "How's your heat?" He asked "He helped me go through it, but we did not mate," she explained Herbert's gaze fluttered between Melissa's eyes and her lips. He brought his face closer to hers. She closed her eyes and he crushed his lips on hers. He slipped one hand under her neck and the other on her lower back to bring her closer into the kiss

“Because I don't want to wait anymore. I'm done waiting. I needed to kiss you, at least once.” “Just once?” My heart stalled a little. I wanted to kiss him far more than just once. Billions of kisses wouldn't be enough. “At least once,” he clarified, bending his head to mine again. “But I'm not sure that even a million would satisfy me now.” “Ms. Page!” An urgent cry came as the door opened and interrupted my perfect night. Standing in the doorway was the party coordinator, looking incredibly flustered. Her hair was mussed and her cheeks red.