Kiss Bond Novels & Stories

“Yeh. Only yeh. From now until my last breath I bind meself to yeh.” He reached out and brushed away the tear that escaped down her cheek. “You. Only you. From now until my last breath I bind myself to you.” Grandmother Olivia held their hands in both of hers. “So, the bond is made.” “Can I kiss her?” Knuckles asked not certain of the traditions. “She’s yer wife, ask her, not me.” The old priestess laughed. “Aye,” Nessie smiled, “yeh can kiss me.” With his free hand, he pulled her to him, trapping their bound hands between them. With his hand at the back of her neck, Knuckles leaned down and kissed her soundly on the lips. The crowd erupted in cheers as her arm went around his neck and deepe

This meant that there was no need for a formal and early proclamation of one’s feelings and the line between being friends and being lovers often blurred. Kokuhaku was unique in that it was a very clear declaration of feelings that the object of affection had a right to answer before any deeper relationship could take place. It was like a “switch” that Slayers had to turn on and whose execution of course gave them enormous pressure. Although usually made by boys, girls could also undertake the proposal and preferred to do so on the Star Festival, which was an annual holiday associated with romantic love. On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Ar

"Centuries ago before the creation of man. The moon and the earth were one living in perfect harmony. Then man was created by Yahweh placed incharge over every living, breathing being on earth. He dominated and ruled. The moon was a female deity called Luna worshipped by humans. Once every lunar eclipse a praise sacrifice is performed in her honour, she comes down to earth along with her two beautiful daughters. The eldest daughter Crescent fell in love with Chukwuma an Ozo title holder Nze na orzoh before the colonial administration. Chukwuma was a wealthy and respected during his time. Although her mother Luna was distrust over the matter, she allowed her daughter to marry the human. They

His eyes never left her. There was something magnetic between them — a silent exchange, a rhythm only they understood. The music faded into a hush. She reached him, her hand sliding into his with practiced ease, and then — She kissed him. Not a polite peck. Not a staged gesture. A kiss. Slow. Lingering. Her fingers curled around his jaw, her body leaning into his grinding him, and his hands didn’t push her away. They held her. I swear I heard something shatter.

That made it easier. “Mate,” I said, my voice rough. The bond between us hummed with energy, pulling us together. I reached out, my hand shaking as I touched her cheek. Her skin was warm, soft under my fingers. She leaned into my hand, closing her eyes like she wanted to hold onto the moment. My thumb brushed over a faint scar on her face. It wasn’t just a bond. It was a connection built on everything she’d been through. I leaned closer until our faces were inches apart. Her breath mingled with mine, and when our lips touched, it felt like the world stopped. The kiss started gentle but quickly deepened. It was raw and electric, overwhelming in the best way.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

He trailed off, raking a hand through his hair, frustration etching lines on his face. "Hard," I finished quietly, meeting his gaze. "It made you hard. And me wet. We can't help what the bond does to us, Isaak." “Damn the bond," he muttered, his mouth crashing down on mine in a kiss that was all teeth and desperation, his tongue pushed past my lips, as his body pressed flush against me, his cock grinding against my belly through our clothes.

Her fear tangled with desire, a dizzying storm that left her trembling. "You want to fight me," Kael said, leaning close, lips a breath away from hers. "But the bond doesn't care for your lies." Her throat went dry. "This isn't real." He smiled, wicked and hungry. "It feels real enough." When his mouth crashed against hers, the dream dissolved into fire. His kiss wasn't gentle--it devoured, it demanded, it claimed. Her body arched against him, desperate for relief from the fever that had been eating her alive since the bond formed. Every brush of his lips sent sparks racing down her veins, lighting her nerves ablaze.

She looked like she was drowning in ecstasy. "Come here, little wolf." My hand released Lizzy's hair, grabbing Kiera's thin neck and kissing her hard as Lizzy bounced faster and faster over me. "Mine!" I heard Lizzy say, then I felt her teeth claim me. The rush of adrenaline felt so damn good as she sealed our bond as one. "Oh fuck!" I shouted over Kiera's lips. Our bond solidified too, and my dick was about to explode inside of Lizzy. This was all too unreal.