Ice Kiss Novels & Stories

I could hear he gulp and it was making me want to laugh but holding her like this, and having her up close, I could observe her face more, he eyes, her nose and her lips. "Cally?" I asked. "Yes, sir? Can I kiss you?" I raised a sudden question making her eyes widen even more. "Wha..." Her words cut off because I already claimed her lips. The look on her face was priceless, she couldn't move and was startled. I smirked and continued kissing her, and I shut my eyes to feel the kiss even more. She wasn't moving, which was an advantage for me. But seconds later, she tried to push me but I hold her tighter and pressed her body to mine. I know I was being a jerk, it's not me, but I really wanted t

His breath made small white clouds in the cold air. "You came," Adrian said softly. His voice was warm and close. "Sophia told me you were down here," Ethan said with a small smile. "Shouldn't you rest your shoulder?" "My shoulder is fine. My mind is just loud," Adrian murmured. He opened the small wooden door to the ice. He held out his hand to Ethan. "Come out here with me." Ethan hesitated. He looked down at his normal leather boots. "Adrian, I don't have skates. I will mess up the ice."

The sound of a champagne cork hitting the ceiling echoed down the hall, followed by a chorus of loud, ecstatic cheers from her aunts, uncles, and cousins. Confused, Emma stepped into the foyer. There, standing by the grand fireplace, was Allison. She was radiant, her blonde hair perfectly styled, a glass of Dom Pérignon held high. But what caught the light, what drew every eye in the room, was the massive diamond ring sparkling on her left hand.

“We have all night. I’m nowhere near done with you.” The ice is completely melted now, leaving me wetter and more sensitive than I’ve ever been. Roman starts kissing his way up my body, slow and unhurried. He holds a fresh piece of ice in his mouth and the cold trails over my overheated skin as his lips follow, across my stomach, up my ribs, over my breasts. My body shakes with every icy kiss, goosebumps rising everywhere he touches. He reaches my mouth and kisses me deeply, sharing the ice, the cold melting between our tongues. I moan into him, completely overwhelmed.

Then another flashback entered her mind. The image of a man whose face was difficult to recognize due to dim lighting, leaning in and giving a fiery, passionate kiss. Then the flashback vanished. The kiss lasted for one minute; during that minute, Keyara felt her world freeze. She had never experienced someone's lips being so sweet, like candy. The ice cream in her hand slipped away, falling onto Grey's thigh, causing him to release the kiss. Keyara was shocked, then became flustered. Her face turned bright red. She hurriedly wiped the melting ice cream that had fallen onto Grey's pants, soiling his expensive trousers worth millions.

He took two pillows, placed one under her head and the other under her waist. "Master planner" Isabella teased him rubbing his muscled chest and abs and he pinched her nipple. "You won't leave my nipple for me." She smiled. "It's our nipple." After their little chit-chat, Chris went to his little fridge in the room and took out ice cream. "What are we doing with ice cream?" Isabella asked blinking her eyelashes rapidly. "Just watch." He went to her and poured a huge amount of the ice cream round her pussy, poured some all over her body then poured the remains into his mouth, and without warning started feasting on her pussy sucking so massively.

She leaned forward, drawn by an invisible force, and whispered, "I want to feel your touch all over me." Mahesh's lips began a slow, sensual descent. He trailed soft, fiery kisses down the delicate curve of her neck, each touch a feather-light caress that ignited a spark within her. A shiver of pleasure danced across Isabella's skin with each tender press of his lips. His mouth continued its sensual exploration, moving lower and lower, each kiss a promise of deeper intimacy, until he reached the soft swell of her breasts. He lingered there, his lips and tongue teasing the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of warmth and heightened sensation in their wake.

A throbbing started deep down, and I closed my eyes, unable to take in the torture. A cool touch at the corner of my mouth was all I felt. My eyes flew open to see Eros lean in. I gasped, realizing what he was about to do. Would he kiss me? Would he resume where we had left off? The throbbing intensified, and I had trouble staying sane. His addictive cologne drove me crazy. I couldn’t admit it, but yes, I wanted him to lick the ice cream off my body. I wanted him to taste every inch. He licked the ice cream off the corner of my lips and stepped backwards. “There, happy? You can have the rest.” He placed the tub of ice cream beside me and walked away.

He doesn’t say a word so I take that as a yes; I stand up and sit on the edge of the desk so that I am facing him. “Can I have your first kiss?” I ask, blinking up at him. For a moment, I am scared he’s going to reject me since Kaela’s is in the picture, but then his hands grip my waist in place the same moment his lips meet mine. Ivan Vexmore is a really damn good kisser, my fingers tangles in his hair as he deepens the kiss, I moan out loud straddling into his laps, Ivan inhales sharply, his hand sliding under the hem of my hoodie, his touch barely grazes my bare skin but it’s enough to make me moan out loud.

he replied teasingly. Before I could react, Enrick brought his face closer to mine. His lips came close to my mouth, which was still full of ice cream, and with a very subtle movement, he kissed me as if taking ice cream from my tongue. I was speechless, surprised by his actions. It was a mixed feeling of embarrassment and fascination. After kissing me, she licked her lips. "The vanilla flavor doesn't seem sweet enough," she said with a mischievous smile. "I'll try again."