Frozen Kisses Novels & Stories

Freesha shut her eyes tight when Keyller cupped her breast while the other hand lifted her chin and claimed her lips in a rough yet passionate kiss. She kissed him back with equal ferocity while letting out soft moans, proving that she was enjoying herself. The hand massaging her breast gave her pleasure and she couldn't help wanting more. “Hmm… Keyller…” Freesha muttered Keyller's name when his lips moved to her chin, leaving sweet kisses and moving down to her neck. Every touch made Freesha tremble, giving her tingling sensations that she wanted to relieve.

He blinked, silence giving him away. Her voice pitched up. "You really did?!" Frost sighed. "I didn’t do anything to her… I just smashed her phone on the ground and… kissed her. Against her will." His voice dropped on the last part. Scylla’s jaw fell open. "What the fuck? Are you insane? You’re trying to win someone over and your move is—break her phone and force a kiss? That’s… you’re a walking disaster, man. She’s never speaking to you again."

His lips brushed against hers, tentative at first, as if he was savoring the moment before fully committing to the kiss. Avery's breath hitched as their lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss. Cruz's lips were soft and warm, moving against hers with a gentle but insistent pressure. The kiss was a dance, a slow and sensual exploration of each other's desires. It was as if Cruz was pouring all of his emotions into that kiss, letting her feel the depth of his affection and the intensity of his feelings.

She leaned back on the pillow and stared at him, admiring him. "Thank you" She finally spoke, breaking the comfortable silence between them, "For helping me earlier" "Don't mention it. I'm glad I could help. You are my girlfriend and my soon wife to be so anything for you" He answered. "Hmm, you should try to kiss me, your kisses taste quite delicious" Kristen gasped, "really? Is it really that good?" "Yeah, it is so great" Frederick laughed and leaned forward, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. The sweet flavor of his lips filled her mouth. Her body began to move and he followed her lead, deepening the kiss.

“I’m done with that. Tell me what you want Jackson. Tell me you want me to leave, and I’ll go. But if there’s any part of you that wants me to stay—” I didn’t let him finish. Instead I leaned in and kissed him. It was nothing like the kiss at the festival. This was deeper, desperate, terrifying and absolutely certain all at once. Frost made a sound against my mouth—half gasp, half relief—as his hands slid into my hair, pulling me closer like he was afraid I might disappear. His lips were cold, but they warmed against mine as the kiss deepened. I could taste winter on his tongue, something crisp and fresh like snow, and underneath that something that just felt like—him.

He looked at her as if he was in love with her, making her chest rise and collapse with deep breaths. ​Buck leaned down slowly and finally kissed her lips. ​Frostina felt her brain short-circuit as she melted into a heavy puddle against his chest. The kiss was starving and deep, and he tasted like all she imagined he would in this secluded place. Frostina opened her mouth eagerly, inviting his tongue inside, allowing him to kiss her like a dying man finally tasting sweet water. ​Buck lowered her gently onto his thick wool cloak spread across the sand, then placed the wooden ornament carefully aside at a safe distance.

I said and turned to go to my room. Since the night that I gave her a kiss by her door, we have been having our meals together and when no one is looking I steal a few kisses from her. Oh so I thought until I saw Maria catch us one day. She has been over the moon but, the sweetest part is Mika sometimes pulls me back for a longer kiss. That girl has me feeling and doing some strange things I never saw or thought I would do.

"Can I ask a practical question? If Maya goes back to January 15th, how does she survive the freeze? The whole point was she wasn't prepared then. She'd be trapped in the apocalypse with no shelter." "Future Maya said the device brings you back after twenty-four hours," Maya said. "You'd have to survive one day of the freeze, then you return to present." "Survive how? Where?" Maya realized she didn't know. Future Maya hadn't specified. "I'd have to secure shelter quickly. Maybe One World Trade Center itself—it survived the freeze." "So the plan is: go back, find Victor, kill him, then hide in his building for twenty-four hours hoping you don't freeze to death." Jessica's voice was flat. "Tha

"Sounded like a broken radiator." "Fine. Starve. Drive yourself to the Miami Ice Dome." Val rolled away, burying his face in the sheets. "Asshole hasn't changed a bit." "Hey, come here, Little Ice Prince." Val stiffened. "Finn... drop the nicknames. We're adults." Finn didn't listen. He leaned over, his fingers brushing the hair away from Val's nape. He pressed a dry, lingering kiss to the sensitive skin behind Val’s ear. Val’s entire body betrayed him, a violent shudder racing down his spine.

Later that night, as we lay in bed trying to sleep, the encrypted phone buzzed again. Callan picked it up. His body went rigid. “What is it?” I asked, sitting up. He turned the screen toward me. Tomorrow night at the gala, you will kiss in public. Make it look real. If it doesn’t convince the cameras, we release the next video. Do not disappoint us. Callan set the phone down and pulled me back against his chest. “Tomorrow we kiss for them,” he said quietly. “But every night after that, we kiss for us.”