Kiss Burn Novels & Stories

“Then burn me.” The kiss hit her like a flash of lightning. Hard. Deep. Unforgiving. She gasped into his mouth as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him. The wet floor squeaked faintly under their feet as their bodies collided with the rack of coats behind her. His hands slid beneath the hem of her shirt, calloused palms hot against her bare skin.

I felt like a schoolgirl alone with her crush for the first time, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. “I have wanted to do this all night,” Jack whispered, reaching his hand to my chin. He gently guided me to his lips. Fireworks exploded in my brain and I swear a brass band was playing a happy song as he kissed me. I pressed up against him, feeling his strong body mold into mine. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me in closer as his tongue quested for mine. I could have stood there kissing him for the rest of the evening, but the phone began to ring again. Jack ignored it for a moment, but when the shrill sound refused to stop, he released me. His kisses left me breathless, dizzy and cra

he murmured against her lips, teeth grazing lightly, “and I… I want to burn with you.” Luna’s hands threaded through his hair, tugging, pulling, holding him tight. “Then burn,” she whispered, breath hitching. “Don’t hold anything back.” He growled low in response, and the kiss deepened again, tongues teasing, teeth nipping, hands roaming. Her back arched, breath hitched, a moan escaping, unrestrained, carried away by the warmth of the fire and the storm outside. Every inch of her body screamed with want, and Adrian answered in kind, moving with purpose, dominance, and a raw, undeniable passion.

Two metronomes arguing ownership of the same song. Then, impossibly. She whispered, “I would burn cities for you, Zach. Don’t make me watch you burn alone.” The world detonated quietly. Not with sound. With surrender. ⸻ I kissed her. Not gentle. Not pretty. Not symmetrical. It was a collision of bone, breath, threat, relief, terror, faith, violence, and divinity. A kiss that tasted like promises signed in gunpowder and sealed in blood. When it broke, it didn’t end. It echoed.

Underneath the soft touch of Kiera's kiss, he discovered a love that engulfed him entirely, igniting a fire that could not be quelled. Their kiss deepened, their embrace grew tighter, and their hearts beat as one. Fingers intertwined with a desperate hunger for more, their hands explored, tracing the contours of their desires along every curve and crevice, igniting an all-consuming fire deep within them as Kiera and Jace surrendered to the intoxicating depths of their passion.

I kissed him back with all of it, the rage, the hurt, the tearing, irrepressible desire that had never fully died, only slumbered beneath ash. The kiss was a firestorm. It consumed reason, annihilated thought. There was only the searing heat of his lips, the wild collision of tongues, the thudding of his heart in mine, the salt, the tears? Whose? commingling. It offered nothing but transient forgetting and the terrible assurance of subsequent ruination to come. We did not move toward a bedroom, we simply tumbled into the fire there, in the hallway, among the shattered shards of trust, with the ravenous, killing flames of what remained. The world was burning, and for a moment, we did not care

She saw the boy she’d dragged from the flames—the one who had held onto her hand and whispered, *don’t let go. Her lips parted in a shaky breath. “And what if the fire comes back?” He stepped closer until the space between them was a breath. “Then we burn together.” The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was desperate, alive, full of everything they’d tried to silence. His hand cupped her jaw, thumb brushing the corner of her mouth before his lips claimed hers. It was a collision—years of anger, love, fear, and longing bursting into flame. She melted into him, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring herself in the chaos.

My heart surged as his lips plunged into mine, hot and needy. The world around us ceased to exist when he plunged, my lips parting for him. His kiss wasn’t just heated—it was consuming, like a fire raging with passion burning through my skin. My wolf purred, growling in approval. This kiss was different from any other I had experienced before. Kael’s sudden intensity started something within me, a fire I couldn’t put out even if I wanted to. My arms instinctively reached around him, threading my fingers through his dark short hair and pulling him even closer.

~ Judy ~ The kiss is not gentle. It is a collision of tongues and teeth. A storm of desire filled with years of denied passion now crashing down between us and exploding all over me. He tastes like whiskey and wildfire, sweet and burning, his lips devouring mine with an insatiable hunger that is making me breathless for more. “Kieran,” I moan, and the instant the sound parts my lips, his tongue invades my mouth, tangling with my tongue in a dance of dominance exploring every corner of my mouth. He is devouring me as if he is staking his claim.

he said, and stepped toward her. “But if you’re going to set the world on fire,” he added, “I want to be the one handing you the match.” Their breath met before their lips did. The kiss wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was the kiss of people who’d survived each other and still wanted more. A collision. An exhale. A surrender. When they parted, she didn’t say anything. She just opened the laptop again. She wrote the next line: “He kissed me like he knew we’d burn for it.”