Kiss Burn Novels & Stories

Worship disguised as possession. When he finally kissed her, it wasn’t tender. It was desperate. His mouth crashed against hers, tasting of rain and grief. Kimberly’s hands found his hair, tugging, grounding herself in the heat of him. The kiss deepened, grew hungrier, their breaths tangled and uneven, as though the air itself had turned to fire. Kovoc’s hand slid to her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between their hearts or the things they’d buried.

My silver sparked in answer, thrumming through the bond, urging me to take, to burn, to belong. He kissed like he fought—fierce, relentless, unyielding. My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate to feel every inch of him against me. His grip tightened on my waist, lifting me easily until my back pressed against the wall. “You’re shaking,” he murmured between kisses, his lips trailing down the column of my throat. “Because of you,” I gasped, silver crackling along my skin where his fire touched. “Because every time you touch me, I feel like I’m burning alive.”

A strange feeling surged through her entire being. "Here's your punishment for making me worried." Kai quickly pressed his lips against the girl's, gradually deepening the kiss. Blessie's body seemed paralyzed as she was taken aback by the sudden movement of the guy. As their kiss deepened, she didn't realize that she was gradually getting carried away, matching each movement of their lips. What started as a simple kiss soon turned into their tongues playing inside their mouths. The heat they felt gradually intensified, fueling their burning libido. Their kisses became more passionate, and even their hands began to explore. Kai pulled Blessie's body closer to him, intensifying their kissing.

I breathe reverently, cupping her cheek in my hand, brushing the pad of my thumb against her cheekbone, relishing the burn her touch causes me. She captures my face, crashing her lips on mine, claiming them with fiery possession that burns through my essram leaving it singed for all time with the heat of her need for me. I wrap my arms around her, holding her to me as if our bodies can meld together from the action as I return her kiss with equal fervour. I lay her down, feasting upon her lips ravenously, exulting in the way her pants and moans set my body on fire. Our kisses consume each other, igniting the passion between us as her fingers glide through my hair and her nails tickle at my s

Bewitched, I leaned toward him, and our lips met first timidly, then with a devouring passion, as if every burning kiss were the breath of life we had long neglected. His hands discovered my nape, my hair, then slid down my back, drawing me toward him with fervent insistence. I clung to his T-shirt, gently pulling him closer still. The heat of our contact ignited a blazing flame within me, every shiver running through my body like a promise of discoveries to come.

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.

"Your heat isn't done with you yet. And I am definitely not done with you." Before she could protest, he captured her lips in a slow, deep, tormenting kiss. It wasn't the rough, urgent clash from before. This was a slow burn, a deliberate possession. He tasted her deeply, his tongue sliding into her mouth with a heavy, rhythmic stroke that made Paula gasp against his lips. He devoured her sound, trapping her breath in his throat. He kissed her until her hands crawled back up to grip his broad shoulders, her fingers digging into his scarred skin as her body instinctively remembered the fire burning in her blood.

"As proof of the curse, I gave you a mark which you have already seen. In order for the curse to break, you need to find true love. When that person says I love you, then the curse will be broken." How hard could it be to make a woman fall in love with me. “That is simple to accomplish.” I said with pure smugness. She shook her head. "No, it is not that simple. The moment that person loves you then you love them back, you will feel a burning sensation on your mark and it will glow signifying that as true love then the curse will be broken. If it does not, then you will remain immortal until you will find your true love."

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.