Kiss London After Midnight Novels & Stories

The penthouse air grows heavy and thick. Leo’s whisper lands against my cheek. “You’re captivating.” His breath feels hot and teasing. The jazz music fades into a low, sultry hum in the background. It is past eleven o’clock at night. The city skyline glimmers through the massive window. It stands as a silent witness to the tension that coils tighter and tighter inside me. His hand still covers mine. His thumb traces slow, deliberate circles on my skin. The friction sends electric shivers racing up my arm. I lean in closer. The space between us disappears completely. Our lips collide in a fierce, hungry kiss.

“So.” “So,” he said. She smiled. He kissed her. At a viewpoint in Alfama at midnight with Lisbon below and the Atlantic beyond and the fado somewhere underneath all of it still going, still longing, still absolutely present. She kissed him back. And the city kept going. And the river kept moving. And somewhere in London Marcus was watching something on the TV in the house that had held all of it, where it had started, where it would always have started because that was the nature of snowstorms and kitchens and things that were always going to happen eventually.

He made her feel things, the ecstasy that only Midnight would be able to offered to her. “O—oh my god!” Rio’s back arched as he trailed his kisses from her chest down to where her lower region was. If his lips already gave her a wilder imagination and so was his tongue All Rio was left to do was to moan, throw her head right before Midnight claimed her. Under that shower, that cold water, they fed on each other’s flesh and desire. Midnight marked her as if Rio really....belongs to him. “Oh god.” Rio messes her hair as those memories came back. “Get a fucking grip of yourself, Riri!”

His eyes, I will forever remember that held such adoration and love that melted not only me, but my heart as well. His voice speaking with such tenderness and sincerity is what made the tears fall freely. I tightened my hold on him and met him halfway; our lips moving in a sensual dance. A kiss that also held its own such promise. The amount of love pouring in through our link spread out through my entire being and I dearly hope he felt my love for him. "Tonight, after Nica's birthday, meet me here at exactly midnight." I rubbed our noses in an eskimo kiss which earned me a beautiful smile, "I want to show you something."

“You’ll regret this. I swear it.” He didn’t look back. “Not more than I regret ever meeting you.” Midnight – The Study Katherina stared at her glass of wine, her reflection showing on its surface. Her hands trembled as she dialed the encrypted number saved under “M.” “It has to happen tonight,” she said, eyes cold. “He’ll be home by eleven. Mix it into his drink.” The voice on the other end didn’t speak. Just clicked off. She moved to Damien’s private liquor shelf, pulling out the aged whiskey he only drank when he was too tired to fight. She poured two glasses.

liberty said waiting for a response "Look liberty am...." She started but was cut off. "It's just a dinner . After that you can decide whether to avoid me or not" Zenith could feel her wolf telling her to decline but she didn't. "It's just a dinner. Just once and she'll be done with her " she said to herself "Fine " "Is that a yes?" liberty squealed. "Yes. What time ?". Zenith asked , ready to get rid of her "7 pm. Today"

Nancy asked me. "But of course," I said and hugged her tightly. "Thank you for being such a good friend," I whispered in her ear. "And I thank you for being my friend," she told me, and I kissed her on the cheek. I smiled at her. It was ten o'clock at night when I got to London. It seemed so strange to me to be on these so familiar streets again.

I tried to assure him. He pulled himself out of the hug, cupped my cheeks, and asked looking into my eyes “Serena if this is the last moment we have, what do you want to do?” “But this is not the last moment…” “I want to kiss you.” He cut me off. “Can I do it?” he licked his lips while keeping his gaze on mine. The way he said ‘Kiss' was enough to make any girl submit to him. I could not say I was an exception as his words aroused my feelings.

He recognized the importance of taking the time to woo and cherish her, understanding that their connection deserved to be nurtured in a way that went beyond the heat of the moment. Leaving the club behind, Asher and Kim found themselves in the cool night air, the bustling sounds of the city providing a vibrant backdrop to their conversation. Outside the club, the pulsating energy of the night surrounded Kim and Asher as they found a quiet corner to talk. The lingering taste of their shared kiss still danced upon their lips, but a new air of anticipation filled the space between them. Kim looked into Asher's eyes, her voice laced with a mix of playfulness and sincerity.

I didn't want to appear too eager. “Hi, it's Logan. From earlier today,” he said with a small laugh. He sounded almost nervous, which made the butterflies in my stomach far more hopeful than they had any right to be. “Would you still be interested in getting a drink with me tonight?” “I'd love to,” I said, grinning into the phone. I was imagining his reciprocal smile on the other side of the line. “Where would you like to meet?” “Have you ever been to de Luxe? I have a standing reservation there we can use,” he asked. My jaw dropped a little. It was only the most exclusive, expensive and infamous club in Chicago.