Ice Kiss Novels & Stories

"What do you want from me?" Ivan’s expression softened slightly, though his grip remained steady. "I want you. I want to know how it feels again to have you in my bed." My eyes widened as he pulled me closer, his strong arms wrapping around my waist. My body pressed against his, and I could feel the heat radiating from him. He leaned in, closing the distance between us, and captured my lips with his. I gasped involuntarily as our tongues met, the kiss igniting a spark that sent a jolt through me. The kiss was brief but intense before Ivan pulled back, his hot breath grazing my neck and making me shiver.

The girl's feelings of fear have been relieved, because of the insistent kiss the man gave her. The girl sighed softly. "Shh ... Ahhh ..." The sound of the girl's sigh, already made the man's junior standing behind his trousers. The man kissed her lips again, harshly. The man's hand stroked the girl's cheek, slowly. The girl returned the hot kiss from this man, her hands moved around his neck. Passion can take away common sense !! "Shh ... Ahh faster .... Oh faster ..." A sigh escaped the two of them. He pumped his body over the girl's body. The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax. ~Next Chapter~ _________________ __________________

“Go back to your room, Ice.” “Sam...” her voice dragged out. “I... I...” They both stared at each other for a long time, hearts whispering a lot of things to each other, and before they could both realize it, they jumped on each other and kissed aggressively. Breathing heavily, Isis stopped and looked at him. “Do you want to...” “...Ice, do you think we can...” His voice trailed off as she jumped on him and they both landed on the bed.

His free hand came up to cup my cheek, and I leaned into his palm slightly, savoring him more than the chocolate. The kiss was brief but perfect. When I pulled back, Isaac was looking at me with a softened expression. Then, his mouth curled into a smirk, and he pressed his ice cream to his lips, staining them completely. “Oops. Guess you’ll have to clean me up again.” I rolled my eyes but laughed. “You’re ridiculous.” “I think you like when I’m ridiculous, Princess.” “Maybe a little,” I admitted, then realized my ice cream was starting to drip down my hand and returned to my task of eating it before it melted all over me.

He launched at her, his lips crashing onto hers with a fierce intensity that left her breathless. Isabelle tried to resist, her hands pushing against his chest, but Collins' grip was too strong, his arms wrapping around her like a vice. He deepened the kiss, his tongue probing hers, claiming her mouth as his own. At first, Isabelle's resistance was fierce, her lips pressed together in a tight line, refusing to yield to his advances. But Collins was relentless, his kiss like a storm that wouldn't subside. He wore her down, his lips soft and persuasive, his tongue teasing hers until she couldn't help but respond. Her resistance slowly melted away, her lips softening under his assault. She felt

He whispered something, but she couldn’t hear it—her mind went blank as the warmth of his lips spread over hers. His lips moved gently at first, and soon she began to respond, her pace slowly matching his. Heat rose within her as her hands gripped his white shirt, her eyes half-closed, lost in a feeling she had never experienced before. As soon as Icarus pulled away, Isaias captured her lips without hesitation. His kiss was intense—unlike Icarus’s soft and comforting one, it carried a sense of dominance. While Isaias held her in the kiss, Icarus pressed a lingering kiss against her neck, making Amethysta shiver under their touch.

By the third kiss, her lips moved hesitantly against mine, soft and unsure, but she was trying. Relief unfurled in my chest like a gentle wave as I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers. Soft and hesitant at first, the kisses were light—testing, exploring. By the third kiss, Isabella's lips began to move beneath mine, cautious but willing. A quiet sound escaped her, so soft it was almost imperceptible, and she closed her eyes. The small gesture sent a ripple through me, a mix of triumph and tenderness. Her trust, though tentative, was there.

"Oh, my sweet Isla, you're so close to the edge. I want you to feel every sensation, every ounce of pleasure and pain. It's a journey we must complete together." With that, he took the ice cube from her hand and placed it back on her navel, holding it there as he leaned down to kiss her. His lips were warm and demanding, his tongue sliding into her mouth, claiming her in a passionate embrace. Isla's body responded, her hips arching towards him, seeking the connection she so desperately craved. As they kissed, Liam's hand moved down her body, his fingers trailing through the water that dripped from her pussy, making her shiver. He rubbed the ice cube around her navel, his touch both gentle an

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

“Anyone in here? I thought I heard something.” I hold my breath so hard my lungs start to burn. If she climbs these bleachers, if she finds Zane Volkov crouched behind me with his hand on my waist, there will be no coming back from this. No spin, no excuse. It'll be everywhere by the end of the period. Ice Princess and the West Titans Captain. A headline worse than anything Maddox and Rita could ever manage. Zane's grip tightens slightly, a silent warning to stay still. As if I need it. I am a statue. I am furniture. I am absolutely not thinking about how good he smells, even through yesterday's coffee stains he probably hasn't fully washed out yet.