Hungry Kisses Novels & Stories

A whimper escaped me, and I surged forward, closing the distance between us. Our lips met, and it was like a circuit completing. The kiss wasn’t soft ; it was deep and hungry from the first second, like a confession and a claiming all at once. The taste of salt from my tears mixed with the unique flavor of him. My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, as his arms locked around me, one hand cradling the back of my head. The world narrowed to the feel of his mouth, his tongue, the hard press of his body against mine. The kiss turned feverish, desperate. I felt alive and aching in every bone.

Everything felt wrong but I could not stop wanting to feel his lips on mine. Without leaving my cheek, he brought his lips toward me but stopped at a distance as if he was asking me for permission. Instead of pulling myself away, I shut my eyes, and then it happened. My heart skipped a beat when his lips touched mine. It was so good that it felt unreal. I kissed him back with the same passion and he deepened his kiss in which I lost myself. It happened. I got my first kiss from a mafia heir.

As soon as he reached where I stood, he wrapped his arms around my waist. My eyes widen in surprise. "What are you-?" Before I could finish my sentence, Tyler pulled me closer and brought his lips to mine. I lost all thought processing as he began to kiss me. Once again, I became captivated by his kisses and losing all sensible thoughts; I kiss him back. The kiss was sweet and passionate and it took my breath away. Everything else around me faded away and all I could focus on was his lips on mine. Finally, after what seems like forever, he pulled away. I looked up at him and cleared my throat, trying to get myself together. "What was that for?"

The first had been impulsive—an explosion. But this one? This one was hunger. Pure, desperate hunger. Again, Sebastian didn't wait time to kiss me back. His fingers dipped under the hem of my hoodie, warm skin meeting warm skin, and I sucked in a breath against his lips. He paused for half a second, like he was checking if it was okay, but I didn’t let him think. I bit his bottom lip—not hard, just enough to make him gasp—and he crashed back into me like I’d lit him on fire.

“Come here.” And then he kissed me. It wasn’t a soft kiss. It wasn’t a careful one. It was a storm. His mouth crushed mine, desperate, demanding. I kissed him back with equal hunger, fingers sliding into his hair, pulling him closer like I couldn’t breathe without him. He growled, deep and primal, rolling his hips against mine. The friction sent a shock through my spine. “Zorya,” he gasped against my lips, voice shaking. “Gods, you’re making me crazy.”

, my voice cracking, but before I could finish, I deliberately pulled him into a kiss. It was hungry, desperate, like two starving souls finally finding sustenance. His lips were firm yet yielding, his taste intoxicating. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing myself against him, feeling the hardness of his body against mine. The kiss deepened, our tongues tangling in a dance that left me dizzy with want. When we finally broke apart, gasping for air, I felt lightheaded, my lips swollen and throbbing.

I felt like I had caught him, he must have slacked in his cooked stories. "You said you want to take it back without shedding blood. That's why we are using the Kiss Of Vengeance. Alpha Jake has kissed your hand four times already, we need six more to go." He still found a way out and I felt marveled. He was good at this. "Kiss Of Vengeance?" I asked as that was the part that marveled me the most in his new development. "I see that you do not believe me and I'm sure that your memory will still come back. Until then, I'll let you do whatever you want." He stood up from the bed, walking out but he couldn't stop turning back to look at me.

I whispered back. Hunger was evident in his eyes. Heat flared through my whole body. He let out a lustful growl, “I want you so bad. I want to be inside you while you scream out my name. I’m so hard.” He cupped my cheeks in his hands and captured my mouth in a hot, wet kiss. It wasn’t a slow kiss or a dreamy kiss, it was a hungry one. One that sent a rush of heat flooding my veins, kissing me greedily.

All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses. Dean's hands flew all over me, touching me in places I hadn't been touched in quite a while. I felt the lust coursing through his body as he tugged at my shirt, and I wanted more. I wanted it so badly that I found myself jumping up and wrapping my legs around him before he even had the chance to remove my shirt. His hands grabbed me around the waist and held me up as we passionately kissed each other. My fingers went to the bottom of his ripped t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

ISABEL Harvey's mouth crashes into mine with brutal, desperate hunger. This isn't gentle or sweet like Ares. Isn't controlled and possessive like Marco. This is raw, angry and almost violent in its intensity. He kisses like he's been starving and I'm his first meal in months, like he's been holding back for so long that now, unleashed, he can't control himself. It can't be anything other than pure need and obsession. I respond with equal desperation, my hands fisting in his bloody shirt, pulling him closer.