Kiss Burn Novels & Stories

She whimpers, clasping my face, and shoving it deep in the valley of her glorious tits. “Then burn for me, little flame.” The growl tears from the depths of my being, ricocheting over her. Her simmering skin matches mine. She jerks my face back up and plants her lips eagerly on mine. She hums and wet kisses me, “Your…lips are so good.” “And yours, little flame,” I rasp. We pant and kiss. Harder. Faster. Slower. Fiery. “Shark…we’re home,” Bones says.

I replied. The kiss was soft and sensual and no moves were made in haste. Where our make-out sessions were an all consuming fire, this was a slow burn. Each caress is gentle and like a cool balm to my aching soul. I savor every moment wishing that it could last, but knowing it will end. Alpha Hollis POV

“Yes, I am a womanizer but I am a womanizer with taste, Arya. Just take a look at that girl. It seems that she only gets to take a bath once a week and someone told me that she reuses her socks. That’s just fucking gross!” I narrowed my eyes at that because I do not know how true it is. Kisha is flamboyant herself so it’s really hard to believe. “Who told you that?” “Monique” I rolled my eyes at that. “You’re stupider than I expected. Of course, Monique would bad mouth her because she likes you! Kisha isn’t like that, for fuck’s sake she won’t even touch the ground.” My twin brother just smirked. I did not say anything more because just then, we already entered the school grounds and once th

From then on, whenever I unknowingly wore a color she favored, used her favorite perfume, or styled my hair like hers, he would scowl or lash out with cold, cutting words. The most humiliating thing I'd ever done was to fall in love with a man who never truly belonged to me. I traced the burns on my legs and called my mentor abroad. If I were just a forgotten shadow beneath Tucker's true love, then walking away was the only thing left to do. … That evening, Tucker handed me a necklace. "You're coming with me to the cocktail party tonight. Don't make a scene."

Xavier smiles against my lips and kisses me harder. We break apart when the sounds of police sirens penetrate the lust filled room. Xavier moves away from me at lightning speed and leaves the room, slamming the door on his way out. I slump on the floor and try to catch my breath. Holy shit, Xavier Bishops just kissed me and worse, I kissed him back.

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

But the only word echoing in my head is karma. And the question that haunts me: who is paying the price? Me? Eva? Annaida? Damon? Because right now, every single one of us is suffering in our own way, caught in the wreckage of what has unraveled. . . . . . . . Hi All, Just a headsup those who have read KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL would clearly understand the insinuations of this chapter. From Chapter 93/94 of KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL.

Her skin was burning, her mind spinning into a chaotic haze as she tasted the liquor on his breath. The kiss broke apart for a single second, both of them gasping for oxygen in the tight car. A slow, dark smile stretched across Giordano’s handsome face, his eyes heavy-lidded and burning with a raw hunger. He leaned back in immediately, his fingers gently sliding down the side of her flushed face, tracing the sharp line of her jaw down to her neck. "Now I like this version of you," he groaned against her skin, his lips pressing a hot, bruising trail toward her collarbone.

Without any hesitation, he brought his lips to mine. It was the most electrifying kiss of my entire life. The passion in that simple act was more intense than any I had ever experienced. It was genuine. It was real. It was exactly what I needed. His touch brought so much relief to the turmoil I had been fighting ever since I had left his house that morning. I breathed him in, not wanting to break the kiss. His cologne, his musk, everything was the same as I remembered and all of it felt like medicine for my wounds.