Frozen Kisses Novels & Stories

Although his smirk offended her, she didn’t say anything and pressed her pouty lips in a straight line. He simply grabbed the back of her skull and smashed his lips on her. The kiss was painfully slow and held lots of teasing. His tongue caressed her, extracting moans of desire. His teeth nipped at the soft and fully swollen lower lip before soothing it. Her hands stayed on her lap, frozen due to sudden action, and soon she found herself kissing back with the same fervor. Suddenly, the coldness bothering her from the moment she woke up disappeared when his arms wrapped around her torso to pull her on his lap. Arnold kisses her like there’s no tomorrow and with a passion that made her believe

Dumbfounded by her boldness, Zayn sees the girl smirk as she adjusts her spectacles. "There's a lot of boldness hidden in me, professor. You just have to unlock it." "I shall, my queen." The both gently giggle. Cassandra softly wraps the man and herself in her blanket. It was warm and fuzzy below the blanket, especially when the lovers kiss. "You excite me so much, Cassie." "I'm glad I do." Cassandra speaks over her tortured breath. The lack of oxygen in the confined space gave her the race of her heart. She removes only so much so that their heads peak out. The cold breeze that flows freezes their noses and lips. But how lucky were they to kiss each other warmly and melt the freezing noses

Tritan melted into the haven of Finrir's arms, yielding to his commanding presence and the overwhelming emotions that surged between them. In that moment, Finrir claimed Tritan's lips with a fierce passion, dominating the kiss with an intensity that left Tritan breathless. Tritan, uncertain but driven by an undeniable desire, surrendered himself to the fervent exploration of their connection. Their lips moved in a harmonious rhythm, Finrir guiding the dance with a commanding touch, and Tritan responding eagerly to the sensations that coursed through his body.

Selene murmured, and she felt a shiver run through her body as Frederick left a wet kiss on her neck. Selene shook her head, giving her fiancé better access, who did not hesitate to continue a path of kissing from the ear to the girl's bare shoulder. The delicate white robe that covered Selene's body was lifted and pushed aside with accurate movements, which left the young woman with a sensation of delicious burning wherever their skins touched.

No evidence of her opening the door, no trace of her in the chaos. But there was me. The videos showed me kissing Chris, his body tense, his hands pushing against me as if resisting. Then, slowly, the resistance faded. The footage captured him fumbling with my shirt, unbuttoning, his focus shifting entirely to me — undoing my belt, pulling at my zipper. Every frame looked raw, primal, damning. No way it was coincidence. It looked like a trap, perfectly set, waiting for us to fall into it. And then Eva.

The symphony of nocturnal creatures filled the air, a poignant reminder of the life that persisted amidst their struggle. Kneeling beside her, Kendrick's gaze traced every line of her face, now bathed in the ethereal glow of the moon. The lips that once bloomed with vitality were now pale and cracked, silently beckoning for solace. With a tender desperation, he leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers, seeking to imbue her fragile existence with comfort and connection. In that stolen moment, time ceased to exist. Their kiss deepened, an outpouring of love, longing, and unspoken promises. His fingertips caressed the curve of her cheek, their touch a delicate possession, as if he sought

When he did that, Yric’s kiss on him became even deeper, to which he also responded. Yric held his neck, moving a little from the sofa as their kiss deepened. They didn’t stop, which made the fire between them stronger. Yric tried opening his mouth with his tongue. Xurden just let him about what he wanted, which was why Yric let his tongue curl with his. After a while, they both stopped catching their breath. They both looked at each other with their hearts racing. “Can you give this night to me?” Yric spoke softly.

"Everything is so... quiet. It feels like the world is closing its eyes." Félix didn't try to ignite a kinetic flare. He pulled me into a fierce, grounding embrace, his hands sliding beneath my furs to find the small of my back. His skin was cold, but the heat of his muscles was a vital, stubborn defiance. He kissed me with a slow, heavy intensity—a kiss that wasn't about the "Pact," but about the Flesh. It was a kiss of salt, chapped lips, and the desperate need to know the other person was still there.

The room seemed to pulse with the weight of unspoken words as Felix gently pulled her closer, his hands resting on her waist. Their lips met in a bittersweet collision, a tender farewell that conveyed the depth of their connection. The kiss was a paradox, both passionate and sorrowful, a lingering taste of what could have been. Felix's lips moved against hers with a kind of urgency, as if he was trying to etch this moment into his memory.

The kiss was soft, slow, and warm. Oh my God… I froze for a second.