Kiss Burn Novels & Stories

Kael stepped closer. Slow. Intentional. And said: “Whether you’re the bait… or the reason they burn this place down.” The fortress walls shook. A roar erupted outside. And Kael Draven finally unsheathed the truth in his eyes, Just as the door behind them began to break.

"Are you sure you don't want to search the estate for Declan's mother's luggage? Or better yet, call the cruise line she was supposed to be on and ask whether she ever boarded at all." Declan narrowed his eyes and approached me slowly. "Selena, what game are you playing now? Whether my mother came back or not, we would know better than you." He stared at me for a long moment, then exhaled. "Forget it. I was planning to talk to you after the engagement banquet, but I've changed my mind. Before this banquet even begins, the alliance between our two packs is over." His jaw tightened. "I refuse to let someone who shows this kind of disrespect toward my mother remain in our pack. Characters like

"Damien—" I didn't let her finish. I brought my mouth down to hers, capturing her lips in a deep, heavy kiss that tasted of lingering panic and absolute possession. It wasn't the gentle, cautious kiss of a recovering patient. It was rough, demanding, a silent reminder that despite the burns and the failing heart, I was still the man who owned her completely.

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

he said against my lips and finally captured them in a searing kiss. His lips molded perfectly against mine. Our mouths moved together in a shared passion, tongues intertwining, exploring, while I felt everything Kallum was doing to me. His touches amplified the flames that were yet burning up. I gasped into Kazimir's lips when a sudden vibration hit my clit. He chuckled as he broke the kiss and watched Kallum's work. I shut my eyes tightly, as their eyes devoured me with an intensity tugging deep in my heart, and I wondered how they could ignite such a profound desire in my body.

I gently reassured them, guiding them to the couch with promises that I'd join them shortly. Knox pulling me into the kitchen caught me off guard, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he acted. His lips met mine in a sudden, passionate kiss that vibrated like a spark igniting a flame. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, unspoken promises and deep-seated desires. I could feel the intensity of his emotions, a turbulent mix of love, fear, and hope, swirling in that single, passionate gesture.

He chanted: “I am without fear.” With a smooth, practiced snap of his fingers, he created a spark using his concealed flint and steel. Then, with a guttural cry, Temujin released all the ki he could muster in a Hi Iki Ken (Fire Breath Attack). He had cupped his hands in the shape of a lotus flower and from between them surged layers upon layers of destructive blue flames.

Heat blooms outward from his touch, and my breath hitches. “What about you?” I whisper. “Am I good for you?” Something passes through his eyes, the gold rings around his irises glinting in the darkness. “Yeah. You’re good for me, too.” We both move at the same time, meeting in the middle as our lips find each other in a kiss. Kian’s mouth dominates mine in the same way his body dominates mine during sex. He cups my face, using his thumbs to tilt my head back, to fully open me to his kiss. His tongue claims my mouth with the same confident power, but this kiss is more of a slow burn than a raging passion.

I cried out his name. “Damien—oh, yes…” I kept moaning his name, breathless, as he thrust deeper. Suddenly, he paused and turned me to face him, capturing my lips in a kiss that stole every ounce of air from my lungs. It wasn’t just lust—it was affection, burning hot and wild between us. Then, without breaking the kiss, he lifted me effortlessly. His strength made my breath hitch. My legs wrapped around his waist as he moved, still deep inside me, each step driving me higher into the heat of our shared madness.