Kiss Bond Novels & Stories

“I purposely got rid of it, because I want them to listen less to what broke them the more, since they came to Guts Island to ease heal their broken heart” “You don’t mean it”. “Sure, I mean it”. He glided into the large compound of Hotel De Royale. “Guts Island is the home to those who want to heal their broken hearts, that’s why many people come here, because definitely, they would be eased of their fear and anxiety, they would be given a second chance, and possibly, their broken hearts would be healed, only here in Guts Island, it’s no fallacy, welcome to Guts Island”.

He placed a gentle kiss on the spot, and I closed my eyes instinctively, shaking in anticipation. "I accept our bond." He whispered, his noes gently brushing my ear. "I accept our bond." My words came out sure and strong even though I was a quivering mess on the inside. Killian let his forehead lean against the back of my head for a moment, and I could feel him smiling before he bit down on his claim.

His words trailed off, the heat in his amber-gold eyes speaking volumes. Silver could only nod, her own pulse quickening. The air seemed to thrum around them, charged with the pull of their bond. Kael’s fingers twitched, brushing a strand of silver hair behind her ear, and before she could stop herself, their lips met. The kiss was short, teasing, a spark of heat that sent shivers down her spine. It was possessive, yes, but playful, like testing the boundaries of what was allowed.

Alia shook her head "Jude doesn't love you,he just met you,am pretty sure you did something to him,what did you do?" "Okay then,Jude doesn't love me but thanks to my bond kiss,he is madly in love with me". Sia's eyes widened "Did i just hear you say bond kiss?". I stared at Sia "What is a bond kiss?". She shook her head "i .... I don't know". "What do you mean you don't know".

“Thank you.” He doesn't utter a word, his gaze deepening as he locks eyes with mine. Leaning in, he seals the moment with a gentle kiss. I can't resist the pull, not just because of his charm but also due to the undeniable force of the mate bond. The kiss deepens, creating a shared connection that transcends mere physical contact. At that moment, the complications and worries seem to dissolve, leaving only the undeniable strength of the mate bond that binds us together.

"I love you too, you self-sacrificing, overprotective, impossible man. I love you, and I accept this bond, and I'm not going anywhere." The words hit him like a physical blow. "Kira," he breathed. "Kiss me." He didn't need to be told twice. He claimed her mouth with a hunger that bordered on desperation, pouring everything he felt into that kiss. She met him with equal intensity, her fingers tangling in his wet hair, her body pressing against his. The mate bond sang between them, amplifying every sensation until he couldn't tell where he ended and she began. He walked her backward until her back hit the tile wall, never breaking the kiss, slowly removing her soaked clothing.

The space between us is unbearable. “You don’t get to claim me now,” she whispered. Something inside me snapped. I pulled her forward and crushed my mouth to hers. The kiss was not gentle. It wasn’t a soft reunion. It was a collision. Years of broken bond slamming back into place all at once. She froze for a heartbeat. Then her fingers fisted into my shirt, and she kissed me back. Hard. Demanding. Heat surged like lightning through every nerve in my body. My other hand gripped her waist, pulling her flush against me. The bond exploded — white-hot, primal, roaring with recognition.

His hands came up, framing my face this time, thumbs brushing my cheekbones like I was something precious and dangerous all at once. The kiss he gave me then wasn’t desperate. It was claiming. Slow. Devastating. The kind that promised everything and took nothing yet. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine again, breath uneven. “Soon.” he said, voice rough, absolute. “When I can give you all of me. Not broken. Not bleeding.” The bond hummed in agreement, tight and bright between us. I smiled - soft, fierce, knowing. But maybe just a bit disapointed. “Then don’t take too long.”

"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.

Then his hand moved gently to the side of my face and paused. That pause mattered. It reminded me that nothing about this relationship would ever again be taken from me without my consent. I closed the distance myself. Our lips met softly. There was no desperation in the kiss. No attempt to reclaim six lost years. No hunger to erase the past. It was simply a beginning. A quiet acknowledgment that we were choosing each other again. When we separated, Adrian rested his forehead against mine. His eyes remained closed for a moment. Then he smiled. "What?" I whispered.