Kiss Lace Bond Novels & Stories

All at once, his eyes show desire and something else that I can’t decipher, but then he lifts me up and places me on his lap. As he breaks the kiss, he whispers, “Now, this is what I am talking about. I have missed your sweet lips and the touch of your skin for too long. I needed this and by the looks of it, so did you. Am I right?” He winks at me and then caresses my nipples with his palms.

She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight. A strand of her golden hair was falling over her eyelashes, highlighted by black mascara, stealing my attention. Her pupils were so dilated, it looked like she had tar eyes. Her pink lips had no lip gloss left, but they seemed super soft, and I had to confess I was attracted to her. At least then, at that moment, I really wanted to taste her. With my right hand, I gently removed the lock of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. Then I slid my fingers on the edge of her cheek until I reached her chin. My thumb moved slowly to her bottom lip and I grazed it until her lips parted.

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:

She stopped beside Marcus and looked at Damien and me with cool assessment. "Alpha Damien. Luna Aria." Her voice was crisp. "Nightshade Pack acknowledges your bond and offers formal recognition." "Nightshade is welcome," Damien said. Kiera's eyes moved to my wrist where the bond mark was visible. "May I see it?" I hesitated. Then I held up my arm. She stepped close enough to examine the mark without touching. Her expression remained neutral but I felt something through the bond from Damien. Caution. Kiera was dangerous in ways that were not obvious.

Neither did his. Kael kissed me again, deeper this time. Possessive. His hands slid under the hem of my shirt, fingers trailing heat over my stomach and my ribs. I felt the mark flare again—and this time, I saw it, a thin ribbon of golden light stretching from my shoulder to his chest. Our bond. I gasped. He broke the kiss just long enough to look at it. “It’s not finished,” he whispered. “Why not?” “Because you haven’t submitted to it.”

Just for a second. Her face fell. “That’s a yes,” she whispered. “No,” I said immediately. “It’s not a yes. It’s complicated. The bond was theoretical. It was never activated.” “How do you know?” she asked. “Because I never” “Never what?” she pressed. Kade answered for me. “He never completed the bond seal.” Melissa looked confused. I wished I could evaporate. “What seal?” she asked. Kade smirked. “The neurological sync protocol. A kiss would’ve done it.”

"But, you don't love me that way. You don't even find me attractive. How could this work?" "I do love you, and I may not be completely attracted to you sexually, but we have three Alphas to share. With our marks..." Kiera's fingers gently touched her neck. "We will be bonded as one. We will be satisfied in the bedroom and outside it. I need you in my life. Sebastian, River, Chase, and Drake, they all need you." "I just..." Lizzy smiled, her eyes glowing with happiness at Kiera's words. Her hand grabbed the back of Kiera's neck, and their lips crashed into each other.

The colour a deep maroon with black and it made her look like pure gothic beauty. The corset was lined in heavy black matte satin, interfaced and has steel boning...a dark red two-tone faux silk base with heavy black laces over. Small dark red rhinestones are glued around the bodice, and also a few on the overskirt, a few red stars scattered throughout. Her dark hair let loose in bouncy curls which looked almost perfect with the outfit. Also, the dark maroon lips made her look like a goth. He drove to the destination where she saw the place was Las Ventas...the ruedo which is also called the arena was all empty but round and empty place was pretty.

Heat surged through me, sharp and overwhelming as the connection snapped into something deeper, something raw and undeniable. I gasped against him— But didn’t pull away. Couldn’t. Because it wasn’t just him. It was the bond. It was everything. The tension. The pull. The energy. All of it colliding at once. His kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t careful. It was intense. Demanding. Like he was testing something. Or proving something. Or losing control completely. My fingers clenched in his shirt without thinking, grounding myself—or maybe holding on. The bond pulsed again.

Tomorrow, we have a goddess to bind. I laughed. It was a weak sound, but it was real. We lay down on the blankets, his body curled around mine, his arm over my waist. The bond hummed, steady and warm. The stars were bright above us, the mountain dark behind us, and somewhere in the shadows, the Luna waited. But for this moment, there was only us. Only Theron. Only the first kiss that had been years in the making. I closed my eyes and let the bond carry me to sleep.