Frozen Kisses Novels & Stories

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

Another kiss followed, then another, trailing lower. The panic melted into something warmer—something sweet. His hand found my hips, and he kissed my waist. And I wasn’t in that basement, I was at the ice rink. The smell of alcohol faded into the scent of ice. “Do you feel better?” Zane asked. I tried to respond, but the gag muffled my response. “A nod is okay,” he said. I nodded. “Good.” He planted a kiss on the top of my ass. My body jerked.

He's all I want to see. And now he's all mine. Slowly, he lets me back up, grinning wildly. “I love you, Charlotte,” he whispers so that only I can hear him. Behind him, the waterfall dances down the rocks, filling the small pond just like Leo fills my heart. “I love you,” I whisper back, grinning so hard my face hurts. This is everything I could ever want: Leo and waterfall kisses.

An hour? At minus forty degrees, I would succumb to hypothermia in ten minutes. In the biting wind and snow, my lips were frozen stiff, and my husband’s betrayal made my voice choke with emotion."You never wanted me to live from the very start, did you?" Through the communicator came Luna's drawn out voice, "Ding ding ding! You got it right, so your prize is to have the chance to use your life to win me a research slot! "Only one life in exchange for my bright future! Isn't that sooo worth it?"

"Madam, here's a candy for you." I calmly offered her the candy, trying to move her with maturity beyond a five-year-old. My gesture took her off guard. She took the candy, unwrapped it, and tasted it. A gentle smile appeared on her lips as she hummed. "It's sweet." She cast me a thoughtful look before asking, "What's your name?" "Mr. Brabson calls me Miles." "Miles…" She repeated the name, then nodded. "Would you like to go home with me? I'd love a grandson like you."

I was too weak to, too exhausted. ​My heart suddenly froze when I felt his lips quivering as they moved against mine, causing my mind to go blank. Not only that, but his fingers were now trembling over my cheeks, and I stopped to look at him. He was still kissing me, his lips pressed firmly against mine, but that didn’t stop his lips from quivering or his fingers from trembling. What's going on? Was he really… hurting or scared right now? No, no way, that wasn’t it. That can’t be it. Draven Cruz didn't care enough to react in such a way.

He carried me two steps backward and slammed my back hard against the solid, frosted metal wall of the freezer. "Jeremy—" He cut me off by slamming his mouth down onto mine. The kiss was desperate, frantic, and completely filled with a wild, hungry energy. His lips were burning hot, completely melting the ice on mine. I let out a soft, helpless groan into his mouth, my hands automatically flying up to grip the sides of his thick neck, pulling him closer. The absolute freezing cold of the room mixed with the roaring, boiling fire of his body was driving me completely insane.

“Professor? It’s me.” The door opened immediately. Frederick pulled her inside by the wrist and locked it again, pressing her back against the wood the moment the bolt slid home. His mouth crashed down on hers in a hungry, desperate kiss—nothing like the controlled man who had resisted her for weeks. His tongue invaded her mouth, claiming her, tasting the cherry lip gloss she’d worn just for him.

Liam whispered, a slow, surrendering smile finally breaking through the exhaustion on his face. Jaxson let out a low, rough growl of approval, his lips parting over Liam’s to capture the promise before it could fade into the concrete vaults. It was a deep, crushing kiss that tasted of cold ozone, salt, and permanent survival—a quiet, lawless treaty signed three levels below the city, far beyond the reach of the ice.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean