Kiss Burn Novels & Stories

But I don’t want tender so I made it rough. The kiss deepened, a primal energy surged between us, igniting a sinister desire that I couldn't ignore. I felt his lips move hungrily against mine, his touch setting my skin ablaze with a fiery passion. Suddenly, Killian pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto mine with a fierce intensity. With a low, guttural growl, he whispered, "Mate," sending a shiver down my spine.

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.

Kai’s jaw tightened, their passionate kiss—Gianna’s fire, their brief surrender—a spark that burned through his focus. Gianna Moretti stood by a window, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp as she monitored comms. Her arm graze was a faint ache, her unconfessed secret—Alessio’s order to steal Castellano intel—a weight. Their kiss, Kai’s hands on her, had cracked her walls, but vulnerability scared her, her heart a battlefield. She glanced at Kai, their bond a fire, their trust tested by the burner phone, now a distant shadow.

The fact that I kept him waiting was a good reason to but he is being the exact opposite. Gentle. His hands come up to knead my tender breasts and I moan lightly into the kiss. I keep my hands tightly wrapped around his neck. He kneels on the bed so I’m hanging below him. He keeps eye contact with me. It seems flames are burning in them. Red hot scorching flames that burn everything in its path. The intense passion is burning and all consuming. I gulp but don’t break the eye contact. His eyes travel down my body. My face, my neck, my chest and exposed flushed breasts. His eyes travel down before coming back up. The lust is there and possession.

And then she leaned in. Her lips brushed mine. A kiss. A promise. A question. A fire. Pain burst through me like acid and lightning. My knees buckled. I gasped against her mouth pain and love tangled. Her kiss burned like justice and a gift. Her eyes opened in fear. “Kael?” I fell, smoke rising from my skin where her touch lingered. Pain sliced through me like claws. Dark Kael laughed, pleased. “She burns you now.”

Everything felt wrong but I could not stop wanting to feel his lips on mine. Without leaving my cheek, he brought his lips toward me but stopped at a distance as if he was asking me for permission. Instead of pulling myself away, I shut my eyes, and then it happened. My heart skipped a beat when his lips touched mine. It was so good that it felt unreal. I kissed him back with the same passion and he deepened his kiss in which I lost myself. It happened. I got my first kiss from a mafia heir.

I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his fur as I whispered, "Then let us burn together, my love. Let our passion ignite a flame that will never be extinguished." And as our lips met in a fiery kiss, the world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us entwined in a love that transcends all boundaries. A fire goddess and werewolf, united in a bond that would never be broken. A girl sired from the depths of hell destined to destroy mankind. A wolf who was sent to kill her before she even got the chance to manifest her powers. As Axel and I embraced in their passionate kiss, a primal instinct stirred within him. With a low growl, he gently pushed me back, his eyes filled

But the words caught in my throat, sharp and messy. My mouth opened. Nothing came out. Instead, my hand slid up, fingers curling into the back of his neck. I pulled him down, pressed my mouth against his. It wasn’t a careful kiss. It wasn’t about comfort. It was desperate, like if I couldn’t say it, maybe I could burn it into him this way. He groaned into my mouth, low and hungry, pressing himself against me. My fingers twisted in his hair, pulling him closer, needing him closer. The kiss was slow but not soft. It was dragging, consuming, a burn that stretched every second into something heavier.

Kissing Kairos felt like licking fire. Everything about the way that his lips pressed into mine was like a match being lit up. The way he wrapped his hands around my wrists, the way his hips were pressing into mine. It all lit me up. So, it shouldn’t have been a surprise that I burst into flames. Yet it shocked me, and the man holding me. He jerked back as if I’d scorched him and stared at me as the flames licked my chin. Just as fast as they came on, they were out. Kairos’s eyes searching mine frantically. I could tell he was trying to figure out if the fire that burst out of my skin was defensive or excitement.

He push my chin up and locked eyes with me. I could barely breathe with how close he was to me. His cocky aroma filled my lungs, and I longed for my pain to have me in his room. He leans in like he will kiss me. He bit me on the lip and flung my face away like my lip was disgusting. “Don't do that to her.” Sloane, who stood invisible to me while all this was going on, yelled at Ares. Ares didn't act like he heard anyone speak. He is never known to give his attention to women who are not of his level because of his arrogance.