Kiss Bond Novels & Stories

She wipes the hair from her face looking at him. “What?” she glared. Thomas bend his head and kissed her fully on the mouth claiming her breathe in a kiss that makes her forget about the cold water. The heat was sizzling between them. He holds her tightly against him allowing her to feel the rock-hard erection in his wet pants. “Don’t get caught,” he says harshly kissing her deeply. Her reaction was equally passionate. She can feel her arousal rising matching his fire.

The bond flared violently, intertwining with the surge of lust and power, making their hearts beat as one. “Kiss me,” she whispered. “I need you now.” Rylan obeyed immediately, lips crushing hers, teeth grazing her jaw in a fierce, possessive hunger. Their bodies pressed together, skin to skin, and the intensity of the bond amplified every sensation—pain, pleasure, desperation, power. The magic between them screamed, roaring with the fire of their connection.

“It’s fragile. Like new skin over a burn. One wrong move…” She cupped his face, thumbs brushing the sharp lines of his cheekbones, feeling the faint tremor there. “Then we protect it. Together.” He searched her eyes, silver meeting silver-flecked brown. “Tell me what you need.” She didn’t hesitate. “You. All of you. No holding back. Remind me what the bond feels like when it’s whole.” Kael exhaled, rough, ragged. Then he kissed her. Slow. Devastating. Every stroke of his tongue deliberate, tasting her fear and fire and devotion. His hands slid into her hair, angling her head to take more, deeper, until she moaned into his mouth and the bond sparked brighter, hotter.

The bond pulses, soft but insistent, and I take a step closer, then another, until I’m close enough to feel the heat of him, to smell the faint trace of his cologne mixed with the scent of dinner from earlier. I lean in, slow, deliberate, and press my lips to his. It’s soft at first, a question, a tentative brush of lips that asks if this is real, if we can be something again. His breath catches, his hands hovering at my sides, and then the bond flares, a spark igniting into a flame. I kiss him harder, need and longing pouring out, my hands fisting in his shirt as I pull him closer. The kiss turns aggressive, hungry, full of three years of pain and want and everything we never said. His arms

The bond surged harder like it had been waiting for this exact moment. His hand found my jaw and held it there. His grip was firm and steady and not asking for permission and I felt that all the way through me. It was too much, too fast and too read. But I still didn’t stop. The kiss deepened any turned rougher. It wasn’t careful and it wasn’t controlled. It felt like a fight as much as anything else and neither of us back down from it. My breath hitched and he did too. The air between us disappeared completely while everything narrowed down to contact and heat and the way the bond pulled tighter with every second.

The bond exploded between us, flooding every nerve ending with heat and need and rightness. "God, I missed you," Kyle groaned against my mouth. His hands were everywhere. My waist. My back. Tangling in my hair. "Five hours apart and I feel like I'm dying." "Me too." The words came out breathless. "Kyle, I..." He kissed me again. Harder this time. His tongue swept into my mouth and I made a sound I'd never made before. Need. Pure need. "The bond is getting stronger," I gasped when we broke apart. "Is it supposed to feel this intense?"

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.

“Killian, we’re in public…” His mouth captured mine, cutting off my words. The kiss was hard, possessive, claiming. His tongue invaded my mouth, demanding submission. I felt his other hand tangle in my hair, holding me in place as he kissed me with a heat that made my knees weak. I couldn’t help but kiss him back, my body melting against his despite my better judgment. The mate bond sang between us, supported by the completed mark. It was intoxicating and overwhelming all at once. When he finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard.

I said. I kissed him. Not gently. Not the deliberate measured kiss of the hours before battle. It was not of this sort at all. The kiss of two people who had been counting down for nine days and had run out of things to count down to, who were on the other side of everything and alive and chosen and permanent. He made a low sound against my mouth and his hands found my waist and pulled me in hard. The mate bond opened between us. Not the hum. The full thing. Feral and specific and running at the permanent depth it had settled into moments ago, deeper than it had ever run, the bond of two wolves who had anchored an ancient power to what existed between them and felt it hold.

Completing the mating bond is the easiest thing she has ever asked of me. I would give her my life without hesitating. I would give her everything I have and everything I am and still feel like it was not enough to match what she has already given me. Her gaze drops to my lips. I close the distance between us before she looks back up. There is nothing careful about this kiss. Nothing measured or restrained, nothing that holds any part of itself back for the sake of being gentle. It is consuming in the way that only happens when something has been held back for too long and suddenly there is no reason to hold it anymore, when every wall and every hesitation and every careful space maintained