It's In His Kiss Novel Novels & Stories

He smiles gently, drawing me into his arms before leaning down to kiss me. For a blissful moment, I'm content. There is so much to come, but right now, I just want to be near my mate. He holds either side of my face, his kisses soft and tentative, consumed by emotion. I smile against his lips, hating that we are in this strange inn, but liking the fact that there is a bed right there. "Let me spend the night reminding you what every night will be like once this is all over," Kastriv breathes against my lips.

I asked. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Of course, not. That truly happened and you have to pay for that!" "What?! Listen, I'm sorry, but I was drunk!" "But you stole my first kiss I earned for years, and you want me to just forget about that?!" he knotted his hands and stared at my eyes. What the heck was he talking about? I stole his first kiss?! "What do you mean?! I don't understand!" He chuckled and groaned, "You kissed me on that rooftop, remember and then slapped me after!"

I kissed him harder, tasting him, claiming him, not letting him go. THE END

He stares at my mouth, and I wonder if this is really happening. “Yes.” “I bet it smells as sweet as the rest of you. In fact, I think you’d taste sweet too.” He’s going to kiss me. I tilt my head back and start to close my eyes, ready and wanting it. “Knox, is that you?” I hear Lisa’s voice from across the hall.

“Oh my God…….what the hell have I gotten myself into? Why did I kiss you?” “Let’s not pretend you didn’t enjoy it, Charlotte.” “Enjoyed it?” I scoffed. “Please, your lips taste like ground sandpaper mixed with sawdust.” I swear I saw his nose scrunch up. “That’s quite the mix.” “Exactly.” For a second, the silence hangs between us again. Until he speaks, “What are you doing here?” “What do you mean?” “I mean, here, in my company……you’re a student all the way in the DC. But you’re here in Vegas……why?”

Viktor POV: The room stank of sex and smoke. Silk sheets tangled around my legs, the girl draped over me like a goddamn leech. Her laugh grated against my nerves, soft and fake, like everything about her. “You're quiet tonight, baby,” she whispered, trailing her fingers down my chest. “Want me to—” The door burst open. “Viktor!” Aleksander. He never barged in unless it was life or death. “What the fuck, Alek?” I growled, already sitting up, the girl squealing and grabbing for the sheets.

His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.” I smiled as I stepped closer to him. “The food was wonderful. But I’m still pretty excited to try out your world famous Ramen noodles one of these days.” Gabe chuckled and then leaned in, surprising me with a kiss. The passion in the air ignited instantly as we embraced in front of the sunset. The island air blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and warm sand. It was a picture perfect moment; one that I never saw myself actually experiencing. This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life.

Isabella's pov; Returning to California, I sat down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. The kiss came back to me. Because I was shy, I rolled on the bed. He gave me a kiss. Did he kiss me? He kissed my lips!!! It was fantastic!! Where did he get that skill? Why was his kiss so delicious? I could still feel his lips on mine when I touched my lips. He was gentle, passionate, hot, and steamy. It had every flavour that a kiss should have. Why am I so fixated on his kiss? Why can't I get it out of my head?

He kisses the inside of my thigh, my hip bone, close to my belly button. “What are you doing?” He laughs, his breath tickling my ribcage. “Kissing every inch of you, branding you, loving you.” “Keep it up and maybe you’ll make it into this next book.” He comes face to face with me, kissing around my lips but never right on them. “Something tells me there’s going to be a lot about me in this book…just like the first one.” I arch when he strokes his cock against me. “Maybe,” I tease.

The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of his lips on mine. The kiss was tender and sweet, a delicate dance of emotions and desires intertwined. I melted into his arms, my senses overwhelmed by the taste of his lips and the intoxicating scent of his cologne. It was as if all the stories I had ever written were brought to life, encapsulated within this one perfect moment.