Kiss Burn Novels & Stories

Kissed me good enough that if I had been wearing socks, they would have been knocked off. It felt freeing to kiss him, knowing that everyone already knew and supported us. “Wow,” I said, breathless from his kiss. That man knew how to use his lips in the best possible way. The kiss was short and sweet, but it still made me swoon. We were officially a couple now, especially if we were kissing in front of restaurants. “Blech. Some of us would like to eat,” Gabe said, gently pushing past us to get to the door. “Seriously, get a room.”

"Instead you chose another, far deadlier path. You stole my entire existence and ran like a fucking thief in the night. For that you will pay." Before I can respond he takes my lips with his in a brutal kiss. This is not a kiss of passion or love, this is a kiss of pain and revenge, of a man who thinks he has been wronged. This is the worst kiss of my life. He seeks entrance with his tongue and I refuse him. He releases one of my wrists, reaches up and grips my jaw, forcing my mouth open. One of my lips grinds against a tooth, cutting. Blood fills my mouth and I cry out, but the sound is swallowed by his vicious kiss.

Each word, each kiss, sends waves of warmth through me, igniting a fire that burns hotter with every passing second. “I love you too, Adam.” His lips find mine then, capturing them in a kiss that is both tender and passionate, filled with a deep-seated need that has been simmering just beneath the surface. The kiss quickly deepens, our mouths moving together in a rhythm that feels as natural as breathing. The sweetness of his kiss only heightens the craving building inside me.

I tried to resist, but his lips were like a flame that ignited a fire within me. I felt myself melting into his embrace, my resistance crumbling. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight as he deepened the kiss. It was like the whole world had disappeared, leaving only the two of us, lost in this intense, all-consuming passion. But even as I surrendered to the kiss, a part of me knew that I was playing with fire. That I was risking getting hurt again, risking losing myself in the flames of our

Alex said, leaning closer, “a stray who already did.” I turned my head to glare at him, words already forming on my tongue but then his hand was on my cheek. Gentle. Rough. Steady. And before I could say a word, he kissed me. It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t careful. It wasn’t what it should’ve been. It was the kind of kiss that burned straight through the fog. Fierce. Messy. Tasting of moonroot and pain and something I hadn’t let myself feel in years. I froze.

I skimmed the text, my eyes darting from line to line, trying to make sense of it. *Project Inferno— Weaponization of Wildfires.* My breath caught in my throat. Weaponization? what the actual hell...? I flipped through the pages, my pulse quickening as the details unfolded before me.

I whispered, my voice rough, “I’ll stay with you in the fire.” Her eyes glistened. “And if it’s me who burns you?” “Then let me burn.” Her lips trembled before they crushed against mine, desperate and fierce. Our kiss deepened, pulling the air from my lungs. Her hands dragged down my back, nails scraping, demanding more.

The bonfire’s warmth was a gentle ghost on my face as Ryan’s lips claimed mine. It was a kiss that burned away the day's humiliation, the lingering ache for Cayden, and every single doubt about this wild, unpredictable life. For a moment, with his strong arms around me, the world narrowed to just us, bathed in the dancing firelight. My "inner girl" wasn't just screaming; she was soaring, utterly consumed by the fierce, possessive tenderness of his embrace.

I just took. I expected her to fight me. I expected her to hit my wounded arm. I expected her to yell but she did not. She stood there stiff for only one second. Then she melted into the kiss. She let me in, sbe closed her eyes. I felt her hand come up and rest on my chest. It was a small hand. I heard a small sound come from her throat, It was a good sound. I kissed her harder. I pushed all my anger and all my loneliness into the kiss. She was tasting good, she was tasting like water and fire at the same time. I wanted to never stop, i wanted to pick her up and take her away and keep 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.