Kiss Drarry Novels & Stories

he murmurs from his knees. I grin and reach for his soaked sweater. “Come here,” I whisper, pulling him closer to me, craving the taste of his lips against mine. The moment our mouths meet, it's like striking a match—everything ignites. His kiss is fierce, electric, and all-consuming. My hands move eagerly, tugging his sweater over his head, followed by his t-shirt, both landing forgotten as the warm spray of the shower rains over us.

He put his palm on the wall as he moved closer to me and caged me in his strong arms, leaving me no space to escape. “Serena!” he spoke, bringing his lips close to my ear. Everything of his was intimidating including his hoarse voice. After all, he was the devil himself. “Hayden…” I couldn’t take proper breath as his fingers started to stroke my cheek. He clenched his jaw as he brought his finger close to my lips and his eyes darkened. The next thing he said scared me to the core. “I don’t understand if I should kiss you or kill you.” Though I was sure I wouldn’t die in his hands, I could not stop shivering. I looked into his tear-filled eyes which were gleaming with millions of emotions. He

[Kian] (Past) Carys’ emerald eyes slowly transitioned to blue. I reached out and caressed her cheek. Zara. Holding my gaze, she smirked, kissing the heel of my palm. She bent down and licked the water off my abs. Maintaining eye contact with me, with warm and wet strokes of her lecherous tongue, she drew letters on my abs. D. A. D. D. Y. I cocked my brows, lowering my gaze.

He reclined his head and shoulders and started floating effortlessly on the surface, spread out like a starfish and unbothered by the gentle waves. “Dragonkist?” Aki echoed, searching inwardly. The word rang a bell but she couldn’t remember when and where she had first heard it. Temujin’s face grew dark. He remembered his vision / dream in the Sauna Lodge. “Dragonkist means ‘dragon king’ in Split Tongue,” Sasha explained, without looking at his friends. “There were four of them during the Days of Dragon. One for each cardinal direction and season. All the other dragons could be slain. All except the Dragon God Kuzuryū himself and his four kings, who were true immortals.

Drake's touch ignited a fire in me, and in that moment, the world around us faded away. His arms held me close, his lips moving against mine with a passion that sent shivers down my spine. Everywhere he touched me was like lightning. His kiss was fierce. It was a kiss that spoke of promises, of reunion, of his love that had endured despite the odds. It was possessive and final. A staked claim on my soul. And da*nit if I didn’t want to surrender it all to him.

They ate each other's lips as they both struggled for dominance in the other person’s mouth. While they were kissing, Rissa grabs the helm of Drax’s black t-shirt and lifts it up to undress him. Drax raises his hands and the t-shirt comes sliding off his body, revealing his white tank top. She grabs the tank top also, and in the same swift motion, the tank top comes off, revealing his sexy chiseled abs, and they continue their intense kissing.

We are here in a room where the five members of the Love In Lust band are all here. Their motto is pretty crazy, tho: Feel the love and lust in us at the same time. They seem to have their own world now even though we were just in a same room. Draco or Drake Jairus is busy with the two women next to him. Wow, he did not changed. Of course he can easily get anyone with his gray eyes. Kent or Keenan just closed his eyes at the one side of this room while strumming softly his guitar. That's why I couldn't see those beautiful brown eyes of him. I can also hear his humming because he was not that far from me.

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.

—Og Mandino Kiss in the Shadow is written & translated by Mar Mojica The End