Frozen Kisses Novels & Stories

Kristina said in her seductive voice also. Kristina was doing her best to make Aster fall into her trap... "Everything for you..." Aster answered. Kristina kissed Aster on the lips, he did not fight back and kissed her back. Kristina and Aster seal a deal by using a kiss on the lips.

When I finally slip out, Freddy won't meet my eyes. "You need to burn that folder," he says, voice shaking. "Please. Forget you ever saw it." I nod, even though we both know that's not actually going to happen, and I walk away feeling sick in a way that has nothing to do with getting caught and everything to do with what I'm turning into. By the time I'm home that night, my phone is already lit up. Zane: heard the assembly went well Zane: any progress on freddy I stare at the message for a long time before I finally type back.

The music played on, a distant echo. “We should go in,” she whispered, though she made no move to pull away. “It’s freezing.” “In a minute,”he murmured, his hands framing her face. He wanted to seal this moment, this perfect, fragile bubble of serenity. He kissed her again, a soft brush of lips, then rested his cheek against hers, resuming their slow, silent dance on the frosty grass.

— Zane Frost — She’s kissing me. Holy sweet mother of Goddess, Leia Steele, my mate, is kissing me?! I’m processing all of it whilst at the same time taking it all in and wishing time would suddenly freeze or at the very best, slow down, so I could savor it all. Savor the way she feels against my lips — soft and warm, the way she tastes — sweet with a hint of the røkelaks (smoked salmon) she had for dinner earlier, the way this whole thing is making me feel — like I’ve just died and gone to heaven.

I clung to him, unwilling to face another painful separation. "Nah, your mouth is the best flavor I’ll ever experience." Frederick playfully squeezed my cheeks before our lips met again. The kiss reignited a strong fire between us, one he had unintentionally sparked. As he unbuttoned his shirt, he never broke eye contact, his actions almost secondary to the connection we shared. I placed my hands on his sweating chest, my fingers tracing the intricate tattoos on his strong muscles, delighting in their movement beneath my touch. The feel of his skin and the sound of his breaths were intoxicating.

"Do you know how appetizing you smell...how magnificent you look?" Zaylee tried to free herself from his tight grip "Have a taste of Lev dear. You won't regret it" he kissed her squeezing her buttocks. "I've married Lev...let me go" "Not this time zaylee" He swiftly undressed her, taking off his clothes in a glance. "Get ready sweetheart" Lev whispered rubbing his hardcore on her fleshy skin. Bam!. The next thing Zaylee saw was the blood that gushed out of Lev's head.

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

Their eyes were closed and a peculiar feeling of devastation began to run, like a thousand streams, into his chest, at the thought that they might be dead. “No!” he shouted as he fell to his knees. The woman’s lime green eyes cracked open and the thin layer of ice around her face cracked, but then froze again. He exhaled in relief and reached out to wipe away the tiny crystals already accruing on her lashes. “God, you’re cold,” he exclaimed, bringing his hands over her frigid cheeks.

I kick his leg, an attempt to free myself. "Let it goooo, let it goooo, can't hold it back anymoreeee!" Instead he sings the Frozen song, tightening his grasp. "Stop it Toff! You smell bad! Go shower!" I've stopped struggling and just accept the fate of being held against my will. "Gimme a kiss then I'll go shower." He purposely asks for a kiss hearing my comment on his smell. I quickly give a peck on his cheek, "There! Goooo!" "Sincerely."

~SAFFRON~ I didn't fight it. I couldn't. It's like I'm paralyzed. His lips are surprisingly plush, parting just enough for a rush of cool mint to flood my mouth, cutting through the faint salt of his sweat. The kiss is brief, ending with a soft, wet smack that echoes in my ears, and I’m left clinging to his oversized hockey jersey. I turn to look at the girl who's approaching us, but she’s already walking away hurriedly, never looking back.