Kiss Bond Novels & Stories

Her incandescent gaze locked into mine. Her lips against my throat. I close my eyes. I am lost. — You lie so well to others… but not to me. Her mouth travels up to mine. She brushes my lips. Not a kiss. Just a threat. A promise. — Do you want me to kiss you, Éric? I nod. — Say it, she commands. — Kiss me, Jade. Please… She smiles. And she kisses me. Not a kiss. An inferno. She devours me. She crushes me. She tears me away from myself. And I let her.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

“I’ve seen what the bond can do to people. It can ruin them. Break them.” His voice is distant, thoughtful. I search his face, but I can’t find warmth there, only restraint. “But… you kissed me.” My voice is small. His gaze flicks to mine. “I did.” There’s a pause. Then he leans forward and presses his lips to mine again. This kiss is not gentle or brief. It's deep, slow, and filled with something I can’t name. The bond snaps fully into place. I feel it in my bones, in my blood. Our wolves reach for each other, twining together in that unseen place only we can feel.

“Then prove it, Pack Boy.” I kiss her—slow, deep, claiming—and the bond ignites, bright and unbreakable, my pulse hammering.

“Feel the bond. Feel us. Not them.” He groaned into my mouth, hands gripping my hips with bruising force as the kiss turned savage. I rocked against him, grinding down even though we were both still partially clothed. The pleasure sparked fast and desperate. I channeled it into the bond, pushing my resonance deep into him, trying to burn away the corporate programming. For a moment, it worked. Kael’s eyes cleared. He thrust up against me with a broken growl, the failsafe retreating under the strength of our connection.

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

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.

Although the words stuck in my throat, my body was screaming for me to kiss him and, for a brief minute, forget the chaos of my life. He then gave me a kiss. It wasn't a tentative, slow kiss. It was intense and furious, like a fire starting inside of me. His lips meeting mine caused something inside of me to burst open, even if I hadn't anticipated it. Breathless, my eyes wide, I withdrew. "What the hell was that?" Yemi remained unflinching. He just grinned, his eyes full of laughter. "Exactly what you needed." A hand grabbed my shoulder before I could reply, pulling me back into the unprepared reality.

But the moment their mouth touched, it was like a spark ignited between them—a spark that had been building for far too long. Jarrel’s hand slid to the back of her neck, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss, his control slipping as the bond between them surged to life. His lips were firm but gentle, filled with a desperation that matched her own. The kiss wasn’t just about passion; it was about need. A need for comfort, for connection, for something they both had been missing for so long.

badly. I turned and leaned up to kiss him. It was as if we were instantly transported back in time, back to our little house on the beach. Our time apart melted away as though it had never been. His hands went to the sides of my face, embracing me as he kissed me. It was the tender kiss of two people in love. Soon, however, the kiss turned from tender to passionate, as our tongues began to move against each other. I stood and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and his hands went to my sides.