Greek Kisses Novels & Stories

My chest rose and fell rapidly as they leaned closer, one by one, the scent of their desire and protection mingling with mine. Ares kissed me first, slow, possessive, pressing his lips to mine until my knees weakened. Gunner followed, fierce and demanding, and I felt the heat of his tongue against mine, my body arching instinctively. Finn’s hands roamed, teasing, playful, yet leaving traces of fire behind. Kai’s kiss was restrained but deep, controlled, deliberate, testing boundaries, reading every reaction. I gasped, overwhelmed, and they backed slightly, murmuring softly, reassurance and desire in every sound. “You’re ours,” Ares whispered against my lips.

As the blue waves crashed over their ankles, he kissed her. His lips were so tender, his kiss so passionate and forceful as he held her. Holding her breath, she looked up at him through her lashes. The tanned skin of his naked chest gleamed as sea spray trickled down the valleys and hills of his muscular body. The hot Greek sunlight burned down on them as they stood on the edge of the blue waves. “Don’t ever stop kissing me,” she begged. Without warning, he picked her up in his arms, lifting her against his naked chest, skin to skin.

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

“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.

Visibility is almost nil. —I'm yours, magissa mou.-He whispers in my ear, kissing my neck. -You don't need to summon lightning or raise stormy winds to get my attention. He finds for my mouth and kisses me. I moan against his lips. I love it when he speaks to me in Greek. Oh, it's so romantic! He walks taking me with him, throwing us on the lounger and hanging over me. Kissing me and digging his fingers into my hips, possessively.

he murmured, backing her against the stone railing, his hand sliding up to cup her face, thumb brushing her plump lower lip. "Then show me," she whispered, surging forward to crush her mouth to his. The kiss was brutal, all teeth and tongue, no gentleness for enemies. Greco groaned, tasting the wine on her lips, his free hand gripping her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath her gown.

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

“I want you to understand… I am not patient. Not when it comes to you.” She turned to face him, lips slightly parted, and Kyrian pressed a measured, teasing kiss to hers. It was quick, precise, yet it left a trail of fire across her skin. Three Alphas, three kisses, three different kinds of desire, all pulling her into a heady mix of temptation and teasing restraint.

I reply with a naughty smile for him. My house is quiet; my mother must have already gone to her bed. As soon as we get to my room, the man who seems like a Greek god advances to kiss me. His lips are thin and soft, I feel the roughness of his beard against my skin, but it doesn’t bother me. My hands are quick, and I soon begin removing his shirt, feeling every muscle of his chest with my nails. The Greek god kisses my neck, and his big, soft hands are quick as he lifts me into his arms. I cross my legs around his waist and wrap my arms around his neck, feeling the strands of his silky hair winding around my fingers.

Marcus murmured, his voice a low, velvet rumble. Ethan’s breath hitched. “Then don’t hold back.” Marcus’s hand came up, fingers tracing the sharp line of Ethan’s jaw with feather-light reverence. He leaned in, their lips brushing once, twice—teasing—before finally pressing together in a deep, sensual kiss. It started slow, exploratory. Marcus tasted like aged whiskey and warmth. His tongue traced the seam of Ethan’s lips, seeking entry, and when granted, he delved deeper, stroking, coaxing soft moans from Ethan’s throat.