Kiss Drarry Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes, leaned forward, and kissed him. Drax returned the kiss. He pulled her in and lifted her up without breaking the kiss. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her hands around his neck. She felt good. He was an excellent kisser. Their wet lips danced around and their nearly weightless bodies pressed against each other. The sensation was entirely exhilarating for Rissa. She had never received a kiss as passionate as this before. It felt like fireworks had been set off in her head. “Drax and Rissa, swimming in a pool, K-I-S-S-I-N-G...” Liam’s loud and annoying voice came crashing the mood as walked into the VIP area.

Drake says with a furrowed brow and his deep voice strained and as raspy as in my dreams. His thumb brushes over my lips and his eyes drop from mine to the lip he is gently caressing. “I was named Drakoniis for a reason,” he whispers before leaning in and allowing his lips to brush mine in a feather light not quite kiss. It’s not a real kiss, but the electricity of his touch mixed with the brush of his lips sends a jolt of arousal through me and suddenly my cock is hard as a rock.

Despite that, it's peaceful, the perfect place to kiss Alec for the first time. "I am so ready to kiss you," he murmurs, reaching up to gently hold either side of my face. His fingertips are cold against my skin, an icy breeze sweeping down the valley, pulling strands of stray hair across my face. Alec brushes them away, leaning down slowly. I close my eyes, bracing myself for his lips to press against mine.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

Glad to see I'm not the only one affected by the kiss. "Man, you don't have to ignore us just because you didn't come." Derrick says. I smile and tune back in to the conversation they're having. By some stroke of luck, Camden and Derrick open their lockers at the same time and smelly green goo shoots out of their lockers and hits their faces. Everyone in the hallway freezes. They don't know if they should laugh or be afraid of what is to follow. "Who did this?" Derrick screams. I look at the spot where Rain was standing and I see that she's gone. I'll have to get someone else to open my locker for me. This shit stinks.

Then he looked away. “Not bad, for a fresh face,” someone said next to me. I turned and saw a vampire with slick hair and a smug smile. “You don’t look like the others. What’s your name?” I stayed calm. “Medor Thornwell,” I said in the fake accent I’d practiced. “And you?” “Marcus Voss,” he replied. “Third son of the Voss line. Never heard of your family.” “You wouldn’t have,” I said with a shrug. “We keep to ourselves. Quiet part of the west.”

she whispered, her eyes blazing, grabbing his shirt, pulling him in. She kissed him, fierce, desperate, a fire to shut his doubts. Kai’s hands cupped her face, his lips hungry, their third kiss a surrender to passion. They stumbled to the couch, her fingers in his hair, his hands on her waist, their bodies pressed, the world fading to their need. Her tank top lifted, his shirt unbuttoned, their touches urgent, a line crossed—until guilt surged, the summit, Dante’s scheme, Alessio’s secret a shadow.

He is possessed by this ghost named Dre, who has him completely wrapped by his middle fing- oh sorry - I mean little finger. “Do you guys want to say your goodbyes a little longer or are you done ?” Kyler asked amused. “I will miss you,” Dre suddenly said before pulling me into one of his infamous, death hugs. No one knew if the love behind them was crazier or the hugs. “Damn ! You are gonna break me,” I choked out and got an effing sp*nk on my butt. What the- …. How dare he !!

"We've also uncovered multiple organ trafficking contracts. Under the guise of charity, Dr. Callaghan used her clinic to house terminally ill patients while secretly facilitating organ sales. Among them…" She slid another document before me, saying, "Your corneas, kidneys, and liver were already reserved." The shock made me jump up from the couch. "What? They… They planned everything all along to have me die that soon? This is outright murder!" I clutched my chest, overwhelmed and struggling to process the revelation, as I tried to calm my spiraling emotions.

Their legs wrap and tangle around the others and Atticus' fingers rake through Harris’ hair, brushing the wet sweaty hair away from his face. Draven's chest puffed up proudly, satisfied with the mess they made of their mate. He looks so beautiful, so perfect, so satisfied! Atticus presses a kiss to Harris' forehead, nose, and then his lips. The larger Alpha captures the smaller Alpha's lips in a sweet tender kiss. His tongue slips into Harris' mouth and slowly dances with his mate's tongue, twirling, tasting, and massaging until he is satisfied. The larger Alpha ends the kiss with a peck to Harris' lips.