Kiss&cry Novels & Stories

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

To admit his flaws, to give explanations for his wrongdoings, in front of so many influential people — it was on another level. My heart melted. Tears escaped my eyes before I could stop them. Ryan came to me, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me. Not a peck, not a staged kiss for the cameras, but deep, passionate, consuming. His lips pressed against mine with urgency, with desperation, with a rawness that spoke of regret and longing. It was as though we poured all our emotions into that kiss — the years of silence, the pain, the love we had buried. For a moment, I believed there was hope. That maybe, just maybe, we could give ourselves another chance.

“Who among you will not admit to some mischievousness in your youth? Eh, Kazan?” Then the Emperor placed his fingers under Aki’s chin and gently lifted her face. Aki reluctantly met his eyes, but relief suffused her body when she saw nothing but wide understanding in her grandfather’s soft gaze. “Wipe your tears, my child. Slayers never cry, as you’ve probably heard so many times already. Please permit this old man to remind you just one more time. “There are only three times in her life that a Slayer is allowed to cry. First, when she is born. Second, when her mother…”

The girl is giving him the same kiss of longing, starvation, and possession. Gabbie got rid of his shirt and for a second they halt their kiss to discard the unwanted cloth and then found their way to each other's mouth again like a magnet. The girl roamed her hands to his upper body, not sparing a single spot until she reached below and grabbed his still-clothed hard member in the middle. "Ugh!" he released a groan and quickly removed his pants as well as his boxers. Now the man is completely naked.

Never gives into my pleading whimpers, my wordless begging for him to strip me down and claim me, damn it. No, Kyle kisses me long and deep and filthy, kisses me until my head spins and my pulse thuds languidly between my thighs—and then he backs up, a pleased glint in his hazel eyes when he sees how rumpled I am. “It’s Saturday,” he says, brushing a pancake crumb off my chin. “The bar’s open late tonight.” God, how can he be so calm after that? Kyle’s voice is steady, and that is so unfair. He should be panting too, utterly ruined by a single kiss. There’s no justice in the world.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

Kariana’s breath hitched as Nico suddenly grabbed her, slamming his lips against hers in a violent, hungry movement. My heart dropped into my stomach. Kariana tangled her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer as she crushed her body against his. Nico gripped her neck, kissing her with a ferocity that looked like he wanted to consume her. He kissed her with the same passion he gave me. The sound of a low groan echoed through the pews, and my muscles felt like they were vibrating. I squeezed my eyes shut, tears spilling freely down my face.

His mouth drops back to my ear to murmur, “You like this? Do you want more? Beg me to please you, and I will pleasure you in every fucking way possible. I will show you what pure ecstasy is.” I moan, the sound leaving my throat involuntarily. Kris snakes a hand around my body, slipping his fingers under the pyjamas and straight into my pussycat. I’m dripping wet already. Kris went on his knees. With one tug on my pyjamas, the fabric comes off, landing on the other side of the room. Hiking one leg over his shoulders, he tears off my pants, and then I feel the tip of his tongue swirl around my clitoral area, my head falls back, and my eyelids drift shut.

Me crossing the room, leaning in to kiss Kyrian on the cheek and the one second I stayed, paused and stretched into many seconds. I scrolled past it and the headlines were something else entirely. PLAYBOOK'S CONNIE AND KYRIAN: ARE THEY THE REAL DEAL? THE KISS THAT BROKE THE INTERNET—CRESTFIELD'S COUPLE CHEMISTRY. I stared at that last one for a moment longer than the others. "Are you seeing the memes?" Hori said, still chattering like a broken radio. "Connie there's a whole thread—" "I see them."