Kiss Burn Novels & Stories

It was like the kiss connected us through more than just our lips. Josh teased my lips, his tongue darting against mine, drawing me deeper into his embrace. His hand cupped my cheek, holding my head against his as if he couldn't bear to break the connection. His other hand burned against my back. In the darkness, every touch, every sensation was out of control. It burned around me, a star going supernova, trailing a line of fire through my universe.

Each kiss is intense, a mix of pain and pleasure. "Damn it!" He swears, his hot gaze burning into my exposed chest. His breath is heavy, his eyes filled with desire. "You belong to me, Louise. You can't escape," he whispers, silencing any protest with his soft, warm lips. Our kiss is passionate, intense, and I can't help but respond. Lost in pleasure, I hear a noise but ignore it. I close my eyes, savoring every touch of his lips. "That's right, Louise," he murmurs. "You're stunning when you're filled with desire. I want to see it again when you climax on my..." His words are interrupted as the door bursts open, revealing two unexpected visitors.

I pull her back in, my forehead against hers, my voice breaking. “Then trust this.” My hand slides into her hair, silk against my fingers, and I press my mouth to hers. A kiss that starts soft, pleading, then grows—hungry, desperate. And when she kisses me back, heat floods through me. This isn’t lust. It’s not unresolved tension. It’s fire. My chest burns with it. My whole soul screams not to let her go. I hold her tighter, eyes still shut, whispering against her lips, hoarse.

she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in. I kissed her deeply, letting my hips move in slow, shallow thrusts. Every inch of her welcomed me in a way that made my chest tighten. She was still getting used to me, and I didn’t want to hurt her. Not now. Not ever. But then she pulled her mouth from mine, voice thick with need. “Harder, Killer.” God, the nickname never hit harder than in that moment. I smiled against her lips, my voice low and thick with heat. “Your wish is my command, Temptress.”

She was crying now, trying to hide it. I kissed her. “I love you,” I said. “Then come back to me,” she said, voice cracking. I turned and walked into the cold morning air. Every step felt heavier than the last. The train station was at the edge of the village. It looked like both freedom and danger. I didn’t look back. Five hours later, the train pulled in with a loud hiss and the sound of steam. I stepped out onto the platform and looked up. There it was.

Tonight was no different. After his speech came the kisses. He kissed every bruise, looking utterly miserable. “A kiss for every bruise,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “Baby, I want you. You know I’ve got the hots for you, and I can never get it up for anyone else.” What did I do? I went through the motions, groaning in pain while he mistook it for pleasure.

Then, I locked the door. After that, I took out a lighter and set the bed on fire. Flames roared to life, crackling through the room. I lay back and closed my eyes, strangely at peace. … Meanwhile, at an award-winning restaurant, Rosa was tugging at Salvatore's arm. "Why did you order everything I don't like? I don't want that. Let's get something else," she whined. Salvatore shook his head. "Not today. Arianna has no appetite. So, I need to bring these back for her before she makes herself sick again."

Looking at Jonathan, his skin darkened and peeling from the sun, I laughed—then cried. When my head was forced down for the third time, my body finally gave out and collapsed to the ground. Echoing in my ears were the words he had once said countless times, "Chloe, wait for me three years. Just three years, and we can be together forever." But Jonathan… the reckless devotion you once showed in loving me has now become the very reason you hurt me. So this time, I'm not going to wait for you anymore. … While I was unconscious, the wound on my back was stitched and bandaged again.

NIRVANA'S POV The kiss was a slow, punishing burn. He parted my lips, sliding his tongue into my mouth to claim the space as his own. He tasted of sharp mint and dark desire. I twisted my trembling fingers into his messy hair, pulling his face closer. I kissed him back with a starving hunger. I wanted to forget Sienna’s cruel taunts. I wanted to forget the terrifying stalker hunting me in the shadows. I just wanted the heat of his skin pressed against mine.

In every breath. His face is so close now that I can see the tiny flecks of gold in his green irises. Feel his warmth. His breath on my lips. — Lina, my name is only a hoarse whisper, laden with everything left unsaid between us. — We're going to destroy everything, I whisper, my eyes blurry. — Maybe. His hand slides up my arm, a slow, burning caress. But some things deserve to be destroyed. When his lips brush mine, it is both a surprise and an inevitability. An electric shock runs through my entire body, making every fibre of my being vibrate. The kiss is soft at first, hesitant, as if testing boundaries. Then it becomes more insistent, more desperate.