Ice Kiss Novels & Stories

"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.

There are two sides to every story, but everyone only listens to the heroines. Maybe that’s why I hated fairy tales growing up. My name is Ava Prescott. I’m the girl everyone loves to hate but secretly wants to be. I was from one of the richest families in Rivers City, captain of the cheer team, spoiled, popular, influential, worshipped, and dating the captain of our school hockey team, well, until the so-called heroine snatched my man and made me the butt of everyone’s joke. Well, it's not too late for me. I am Ava Prescott. I never lose. Maybe that’s why when Zane, captain of our sworn rival hockey team, dangled a juicy bait in front of me, I was quick to bite. How better to get back at my

I said and turned to go to my room. Since the night that I gave her a kiss by her door, we have been having our meals together and when no one is looking I steal a few kisses from her. Oh so I thought until I saw Maria catch us one day. She has been over the moon but, the sweetest part is Mika sometimes pulls me back for a longer kiss. That girl has me feeling and doing some strange things I never saw or thought I would do.

Fisting my hands in his shirt, I whisper, "Ding, Ding, Round 3!" Pulling him down close enough to nip at his bottom lip, Dragon curses under his breath in Spanish, then crashes into me. The kiss was a bayou storm—untamed, all-consuming, devouring the space between ‘yours’ and ‘mine’. I was the drought-parched earth; he was the lightning strike. Our tongues clashed like two weather fronts, and when he bit my lip, I tasted copper and the promise of rain. Flipping me onto my back, his laughter muffled against my mouth. His hands roam but linger at the hem of my shirt, asking permission. I nod, breathless.

His hand slid up the side of my neck, fingers curling lightly at my jaw. I leaned into him instinctively, my fingers tangling in his shirt, pulling him closer. The taste of vanilla and salt lingered on our lips. The counter dug into my hip as he stepped closer, deepening the kiss. When we finally pulled apart, I was dizzy, breathing hard. “Wow,” I said, half laughing, half breathless. “These cookies are gonna be emotionally charged.” He smiled, an unguarded kind of smile that made him look years younger. “You’re impossible.”

she whispered, reaching out instinctively, though she knew the barrier separated them. He raised a gloved hand and pressed it against the glass, mirroring her gesture. Her heart leapt. And then, without hesitation, he leaned closer and pressed a kiss against the cold surface—directed toward her, full of longing and promise. Sheila closed her eyes, savoring the warmth that seemed to radiate through the glass. The team watched, some with smiles, some shaking their heads, but no one spoke. They knew this was more than just a gesture—it was a statement. Against the lies. Against the media. Against anyone who had tried to control them.

He slid his hands up, his thick, calloused fingers gripping the back of Liam’s neck with a heavy, possessive pressure that instantly anchored the skater's spinning thoughts. "The ice belongs to you," Jaxson murmured, his dark gold eyes catching the dim light of the corridor as he pressed a deep, slow kiss against the side of Liam's neck. "And I'm going to make sure nobody touches it until you're done."

Her voice sounded lazy because it bored her talking with him. He hesitated for a couple of seconds because if he asked her a particular question, she wouldn’t go away until she knew everything, even the tiniest detail. “What does it mean when someone kisses you on the cheek?” he said and drank the bottle of brandy to hide his embarrassment. His ear was turning red just asking that kind of question. “He likes you. Did Yric do that? He’s kind of bold.” She had a smile as if she wasn’t feeling devastated earlier.

I pulled my phone from my pocket slowly. Not trembling. Not shaking. Calm. Because the moment felt important. And important moments require proof. I edged closer, staying in shadow. I heard Iris say… “With you, I’m just Iris.” That did it. That sentence alone could burn everything down. Then.. They leaned in. The kiss wasn’t wild. It wasn’t desperate It was worse Soft. Familiar. Like memory. Like they’d done it a hundred times before. I hit record. Just a few seconds.