Ghost Kissing Novels & Stories

I try to find a pocket of air. But Spadino is already there. He pulls me up. He spins me around. He is grinning. His eyes are wild. "My turn, Ghost," he whispers. He kisses me. He tastes of mint and chaos. He pushes me back down. He lifts my legs, hooking them over his shoulders. He is frantic. Fast. Messy. He doesn't have the rhythm of his brothers. He has adrenaline. He pounds into me, chasing a high that keeps moving just out of reach.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

she whispered sadly, lifting her gaze to find mine. Her words stirred something inside me, and a tender smile followed on my lips. I closed the space between us and pecked her on the lips. When we broke away, Emily seemed to be disappointed and pouted. "Kiss her properly, your moron!" Ghost hissed from the back of my mind. "She wants some proper and deep smooching!" I dropped my head again, taking her lips hostage. Emily's breathing hitch and her sweet arousal hit my nose. Ghost was going berserk inside my mind, begging me to have him released.

I shimmied my underwear off; he’d ripped mine in the past and whilst the act of doing that was sexy as hell, lace pants are expensive. Ghost fell on top of me, his hips in between my legs, erection pressing against my very wet and ready core. His fingers traced the edges of the floral tattoo across my lower stomach and bikini line, before moving further down to the barbed rose garter I had around my thigh. “I like this one,” his voice was low, sexy. “Have you got any others?” I nodded, sweeping my hair out the way to show the roses across my collarbone and the bottom of my neck, before rolling over to show him the wings across my shoulders.

It's too loud and too much. I close my eyes, trying to center myself, until I hear the door open. “Shit,” I whisper, turning toward the exit, ready to slip back out before anyone sees me like this. But it’s too late. Ghost steps in and locks the door behind him. His eyes drop, sweeping over me like a storm. Like he’s been holding back for far too long and just cracked. “Ghost,” I murmur, but it’s pointless. He doesn’t stop. He moves toward me, deliberate and slow, then pulls me into a kiss that steals my breath. His hands find my waist and pulls me closer as he backs me into one of the stalls. The door slams shut behind us.

He pressed a ghost kiss on my lips before he stuck his tongue out and licked my lips. “Ride my thigh, Kitten.”

I gently set her down on the bed and traced my finger up the seam of her pants and in one pull rip them off her. I positioned myself between her legs and kissed her stomach while I toyed with her newly exposed love button. She responded immediately, a gentle groan and fingers in my hair. Her scent hit me and my mouth watered, my lips wanted hers. A trail of kisses led me to her warm, wet pussy. Like a man obsessed, I drove into it, kissing, suckling, and slurping. Lifting her hips, I rubbed my tongue on her inner walls which she responded to by grinding on my face.

I was always on the talking stage. I don't know how to say that I don't want to continue our conversation. I don’t know how to end a conversation, so that’s where ghosting leads. When will I be able to move on from this sluggish talking stage? "That's what I'm saying; keep ghosting people!" Keziah said when the IT student who was my schoolmate passed by. I let out a deep sigh. I also left Keziah behind. As though I had nothing to hide, I started to walk beside her.

Khione closed her own mouth when the man cornered her with both his arms. "C-Chaos, l-stay away." The young man stammered. But little by little the handsome face of the man still came closer to her face. She shut her eyes closed, she can smell his breathe. Smell mint menthol, the fragrance. He became even quieter when he felt its warm breath on his cheek. "What are you doing to me, Khione?" His breath was heavy at Hades' whisper. "H-Hades not k-you--" "What the fuck Hades ?! What are you doing to Khione ?!" They both gasped when Grace entered Hades's room.