Frozen Kisses Novels & Stories

"Yours." The pack erupted into cheers and applause, their joyous cries echoing through the forest. The sound was a distant hum, fading into the background as Kynska's world narrowed to Gerald's piercing gaze. Their bond ignited, a flame that would forever change them. The heat of their connection spread, a slow-burning fire that would consume them, body and soul. Gerald's hands tightened around her, pulling her closer. "Forever," he whispered, his lips brushing against hers. Kynska's heart soared, her entire being responding to the promise in his voice. "Forever," she echoed, her lips meeting his in a tender, sealing kiss.

“.I need to check on some pack work and will come back soon. Call me if you need anything.” “Sure,” I said softly, the perfect Luna mask in place. He leaned down, kissed my forehead, and walked out. Frost was waiting in the hallway, leaning against the wall, her eyes meeting his. He reached into his pocket, pulling out the lipstick I’d seen earlier. She giggled, rising on tiptoe to kiss him. I turned my face toward the window, refusing to watch.

By the third kiss, her lips moved hesitantly against mine, soft and unsure, but she was trying. Relief unfurled in my chest like a gentle wave as I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. Soft and hesitant at first, the kisses were light—testing, exploring. By the third kiss, Isabella's lips began to move beneath mine, cautious but willing. A quiet sound escaped her, so soft it was almost imperceptible, and she closed her eyes. The small gesture sent a ripple through me, a mix of triumph and tenderness. Her trust, though tentative, was there.

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

Owen quickly shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders, the satin inside still warm from his body. I reached up, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. Our lips met, the taste of the rain on his lips. I parted my lips and slipped my tongue inside of his mouth, which was so warm and inviting. His hand tangled itself in my wet hair and pulling me closer to him. Our bodies pressed together, the heat of his chest defying the cold of the rain. We stood there, kissing in the rain as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Raindrops pounded against the pavement, splattering against windows and shaking the baby leaves on the trees. I

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.

I stared at his perfect lips, wanting to kiss them, as they formed the words. “Yeah, well, I never said I was a good student.” The fingers of one of Noah’s hands made their way to my chin, moving me into a gentle, yet insistent kiss. The kiss deepened, my lips parting to give him more. His kiss was hot and deep, banishing every unhappy thought from my mind. He tucked his head, breaking the connection and allowing me to replenish the much needed oxygen for my aching body. I took an unsteady breath, keeping my eyes closed, feeling lightheaded and wonderful.

I beamed into his bright green eyes and took a still breath before speaking. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready,” I told him, placing my hands on his shoulders and drawing his lips near to mine. Slowly, like the setting sun and the ocean horizon, our lips came together on his island. The soft scent of a tropical island, the waves, and the beach mingled with his cologne and I knew that I would forever be in love with his island kisses.

“If anything, you're too good.” I let out a nervous breath that sounded almost like a giggle. “You're okay with dating a girl with about three hundred dollars in her bank account? It's going to make it a little tough for me to split the bill at the opera.” He grinned. “The guy's supposed to pay anyway on a date.” I wasn't sure if he kissed me, or if I kissed him. Either way, our lips connected just the way they were supposed to. It was the sweetest kiss I had ever had. It was love.

he said and pulled her up to her feet, turning her around to face him, his lips leaning towards hers. “Action.” she said but he raised his free hand and showed her his crossed fingers, which meant that he could not freeze. “Action Nara.” he said, upon noticing that her fingers were not crossed. She froze and his lips descended on hers, kissing her softly. “You started this game Nara. And now that you’re frozen, I could just take you here.” he mumbled over her lips, pulling her body closer to his. “You smell so good, Sweetheart. I feel like devouring you right now.”