Kingdom Hearts Sora Kairi Kiss Novels & Stories

“Sora, you may return to the chamber without me, Sora. Let the Alpha know I dismissed you if he asks you why you're back and without me. Do you understand?” Sora bowed. She looked at Kairel. “My lord. My lady—” and she was out of reach. Now was the time. My mind made up, I looked at Kairel. “Thank you for this wonderful compliment, Kairel. There's something you must also know and I don't know how I'm going to come off—” “Tell me—” he smiled. “What is it?” “I—” the words did not come out well. I tried once. “On this day, I reject you as my fated mate.”

He's all I want to see. And now he's all mine. Slowly, he lets me back up, grinning wildly. “I love you, Charlotte,” he whispers so that only I can hear him. Behind him, the waterfall dances down the rocks, filling the small pond just like Leo fills my heart. “I love you,” I whisper back, grinning so hard my face hurts. This is everything I could ever want: Leo and waterfall kisses.

His fingers slide between the Omega's cheeks, and he groans when he feels how wet the Omega is. Roman's heart beats faster when he feels the king's fingers so close to his entrance, gliding through his juices. Any fears he had were chased away by the sounds falling from the King's lips. Images of things Sora wants their King to do to them have the Omega squirming and pressing back against the King's fingers. Sora comes forward further when Ezra presses a finger inside. The dragon breaks the kiss, his head goes back, and his mouth opens as he moans.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

Her voice cracked a little at the end. “That’s not what happened,” I said. She looked up at me. “What?” I swallowed hard. “I kissed you.” Charlotte blinked. “You what?” “I kissed you,” I repeated. “Not the other way around.” Silence filled the patio. Charlotte stared at me like her brain was trying to process something impossible. “But… the video…” she said slowly. “The video only shows the kiss,” I said. “It doesn’t show that I started it.” Her eyes widened. “So… you’re telling me… I didn’t ruin Maya’s relationship?”

she asked, her voice soft. I hesitated, unsure of how to express the emotions swirling inside me. Instead, I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss. "I'm glad you're back," I said, my voice filled with sincerity. Isabella's smile lit up the room, and she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me closer. "I'm glad too," she whispered. Erotic scene ahead, skip if not up to 18+ Author's POV “ I love you, mi amor. Even till my last breath, you still remain the one after my heart.” Gabriel said

Marigold replied with a sarcastic laughing emoji, followed by a stack of documents—Chester's years of bank transfers, the insurance policies he purchased, and a record of Florence transferring 300,000 dollars to the truck driver's wife under the guise of personal compensation. Marigold was the friend who had worked at a bank. These underhanded dealings didn't escape her scrutiny. The truth quickly hit me like a bucket of ice water. Marigold said to me, "Ivy, I've been waiting for you. If a man breaks your heart, come back to me. Let's spend our lives together." We had known each other for over two decades, and she often joked like that. Back then, I would laugh along and tease her, saying, "

“A kiss.” I could hear my heart that was thumping so fast. The raise in my body temperature was evident to say my cheeks had turned red, even though I couldn’t see it. “W-what…” I stuttered. “One kiss, one piece of information.” He winked in a flirty way. I pushed him by his chest as he raised his hand to stroke my cheeks. He started to laugh as I shouted “You pervert!” He wouldn’t stop laughing while I threw daggers with my eyes. “Stop playing with me. I’m going to kill you.”

Even through the blurring tears and the shifting lights, I could discern the chiseled perfection of his jawline, the predatory gleam in his dark, evil eyes. Then, he pulled me into a deep, consuming kiss. He suckled my lower lip, a possessive tug, then bit down lightly, a sharp sting that made me gasp. He seized the opportunity, plunging his tongue into my mouth, exploring every heated crevice. His kiss was a force of nature, deep and overwhelming, brimming with domination and raw power, stealing my breath, leaving me struggling for air. Yet, he showed no intention of releasing me anytime soon. He gently wiped the tears from my eyes, his touch surprisingly tender, and cupped my face. His fin