Eso Vampire's Kiss Novels & Stories

I asked. “It's another way of vampires showing desire.” “Desire? You mean…?” He nodded understandingly and my face went hot. “Don't worry, I won't do anything with you without your full consent.” “Thank you.” “But I have to admit, that was even better than how I imagined my first kiss would be.” “Wait a minute, this was your first kiss?” I asked and he nodded. “Are you serious?” “I am.” “You're a hundred and twenty years old, and you're telling me that this is your first kiss?”

His desire was pushed to a climax, he bent down, gently kissed the tip of her red nose, and then kissed her eyelids to completely wipe away the remaining tears. - I love you, Lucasta, I love you more than my own life. After pouring passionate love words into her ear, he continued to leave a kiss mark on her body as a way to mark his sovereignty. For a vampire, the bite on his lover's neck would be a unique way to mark his sovereignty, but he couldn't do that to her, he didn't want to turn her into a vampire. The girl's white, flawless skin quickly became covered with pale pink marks. She closed her eyes, enjoying the ecstatic feeling he brought to her.

Daylen's chest presses against his, making Daylen's heart beat faster. He coaxes Daylen's mouth open just enough to let his tongue slide inside, his hand coming up to cup one of her cheeks "Mmmh," Daylen moaned to the kiss. His moan brought the two of them both to their senses. Daylen realized that his nioples are touching Syvan's chest and the vampire's hand was ghosting over his nipple. With a quick flicker of his eyes, Syvan woke up. Daylen broke the kiss, and he froze.

It infuriated him. "What are you doing here?" He practically growled the words at her and she walked over to his bed, she quickly climbed it and before he could realize what was happening, the vampire held his face still and slammed her lips with his in a kiss. His eyes went wide open with shock. He had always thought the girl to be a shy type. Not this wild Zendaya forcing a kiss on him. He regained consciousness and pushed her away with all his strength. She staggered behind, almost falling. Her eyes were wide, she certainly didn't expect him to do that.

I broke out into an immediate coughing fit. "I'll take that as an enthusiastic no." A second strange voice rang out into the kitchen. I straightened my back when I noticed the presence of a male. He had curly brown hair sitting on top of his head, a sharp nose, and blue eyes that stared down at me. Immediately, my senses sharpened and moved from that relaxing stance. This man was a vampire, a pureblood like Sol. Maybe he was about the same age from what I could tell about his presence. "Is he asleep?" the woman asked the man. He nodded. I watched as he moved toward her. I didn't miss the look of adoration on his face when he embraced her and laid a kiss on the woman's cheek.

But instead of laying her down, Damon sat on the edge and pulled Eve to stand between his legs. "I'm going to worship you properly," Damon said, his hands sliding up her thighs. "Going to taste every inch of you until you forget about vampire politics and Conclave sessions and everything except how good I can make you feel." His mouth found her hip, biting gently, and Eve's hands flew to his shoulders for balance. Damon kissed his way across her stomach, up her ribs, finding her breast and taking her nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard, his teeth scraping, and Eve gasped.

I was scared that he might pull away, but he doesn’t; instead, he’s kissing me back. He’s kissing me so passionately like he’s always wanted to kiss me. Victor Dragomire has always wanted to kiss me. The concept of that. I grab his hair so hungrily, and he scratches my back. I wince, and I stop kissing him. “Ow!” My face drops when I see what’s in front of me. “Oh, sorry.” He says, smiling, showing his long fangs. What the fuck? “What? What’s wrong?” I scream, and then I kick him; he goes flying, hitting the wall. I don’t care if I might get dizzy and faint again; I rise to my feet.

She tasted like alcohol and fruit, a heady sweetness. Finally, I broke the kiss. Her eyes widened as she tried to chase the kiss. An amused smile curled my lips as I caressed her moist lips. “Now that's a proper kiss,” I whispered. Her cheeks flushed, and she looked at me with amazement like I'd just done some magic. But then, her nose scrunched up as she sniffed lightly. “Wait.” Her brows furrowed. “You smell like—” She paused, then her eyes widened as she took a panicked step back. “You’re a vampire!”

His tongue tangled with hers, deepening the kiss until a low, guttural growl vibrated deep within his massive chest—a sound of pure, unadulterated surrender to the desire he had spent a month trying to starve out. Kiarra didn't flinch. She met his sudden, explosive passion with her own rising heat. Her hands slid up from his biceps to wrap firmly around his neck, her fingers tangling into the thick, wild waves of his dark hair, anchoring him closer. Within her core, her hearth-witch magic flared to life in response to his intensity, sending a wave of ambient, soothing warmth radiating outward through her skin. The air in the darkened alcove grew thick and heavy, smelling intensely of crushed