Kiss From A Rose Novel Novels & Stories

Dmitri nuzzles his nose against hers and kisses her squarely on the lips. A warm mist starts to swirl around them as they engage in a slow, passionate kiss. Roseanne moans when his tongue brushes hers in a delicate manner, lightly pecking her. He pushes her against a rock and lifts her to wrap her legs against his while his lips are busy exploring hers, caressing every bit of it.

As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose. I sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.

she returned, and for a second a feeling of déjà vu came over me. In one motion, Rose helped me remove the T-shirt I was wearing, then threw it on the floor. I moved my hands down to her thighs, propelling her onto my lap, resting both hands on her buttocks, again taking her lips in a hungry kiss. Her hands went to the back of my neck, increasing the contact of her nails with my sensitive skin, making me smile for a second. No matter how much I picked up on it, I missed that contact.

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.

Next, she felt a soft sensation coming from her lips. This stunned Valerie momentarily. Finally, she registered what was going on. Was Mikhael… kissing her? The next moment, Mikhael raised his head slightly to make eye contact with Valerie's shocked eyes. As expected of the cold and aloof man. His expression didn't change at all even though he got caught kissing her in secret. In fact, he didn't even release her hand. Since Valerie's fever had just broken through, she was still a little disoriented. "Why… Why did you kiss me?"

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

She opened her mouth to his invasion, and his grip tightened around her waist. Rose had been kissed before: some kisses had been good, others had been worth forgetting. This kiss, though, turned her inside out. Her heart beat in her ears; a flush traveled from her chest to her cheeks until she was thankful for the darkness around them. She moaned as he kissed her, licking inside her mouth, making her tremble even harder. When Callie yanked on the leash, Rose returned to herself. Turning, she pushed Seth’s hands away. Like she’d thought, he let her go.

Rose looked so excited, I had to chuckle. “You know you’re obsessed,” I told her. “Obsessed with what?” Nate asked. “Rose here reads and writes werewolf porn,” Kimi answered. I snorted at her description of Rose’s reading preferences. “It is not porn,” she tried to defend herself. “Yes, some of them have very steamy sex scenes, but the storyline is more about finding love, and fighting rogues.” “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Nate said with a shake of his head.

His eyes stayed on hers as he leaned over her, slowly kissing his way from her throat to the hollow between her breasts, making her breath catch on every drag of his tongue. The bond pulsed harder now, electric between their bodies. Her magic responded to it, rising under her skin like a tide. When he took one nipple into his mouth, her back arched with a cry. The sharp flick of his tongue, followed by the soft scrape of teeth, had her hips grinding up into him instinctively. He growled, low and deep, kissing her on the way down and settled between her thighs, dragging his lips down her stomach. “Ronan” Her voice broke on his name.

Our mouths meet halfway. Her lips are soft—softer than I expected. They’re cautious, almost tender. Kissing Rose is nothing like kissing Aiden. Aiden’s kisses are fire, dominance, hunger. Rose’s is something else. Feminine. Gentle. It feels like stolen time, like laughter under blankets and breathless confessions in the dark. I deepen the kiss, losing myself in it—until I realize the entire room has gone quiet. Dead silent. Then Rose gasps against my mouth, breaking the kiss as she presses forward, suddenly straddling my lap. One of her hands dives into my curls, angling my face for better access as her tongue hesitantly skims over my lips.