Kiss London After Midnight Novels & Stories

I sniffed primly. “Other times…not?” I didn’t have to hesitate too long to say, “Maybe…naughtier…” “Anything for you, my lady,” purred Killian, pulling me closer by my backside so he could kiss me. “So you’ll let me throw a New Year’s Eve party?” “Yes, amore, you can throw a New Year’s Eve party. On one condition.” “What’s that?” “We kiss at midnight.” I smiled and kissed him again. “Condition accepted.”

“Isolde…” “It hurts,” I whisper, giving in to the ache. “Make it stop.” His breath shudders. “Are you sure? I thought you might need some time to digest this...” I crash my lips against his before he can finish. For a few seconds, he devours my mouth like a devil who has waited far too long. He breaks the kiss, breathless, his strong arms firm at my hips. “Before midnight,” he reminds me, making sure I understand what it means.

Who knows it might be days or weeks before they'll see each other again? I wondered if I should kiss him and begin another mind-blowing session. Even though we had finished just now, i wanted him once again. But nothing like that happened. It was Liam who took the charge once again. He kissed me aggressively for the last time before he walked away, leaving me as I continued panting behind. As I lay there, my body still tingling from the intense encounter, i heard a soft creaking sound coming from the hallway. My heart leaped into my throat as I sat up in bed, my eyes wide with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

But as my lips parted softly against his, tasting the faint trace of scotch and the salt of my tears, every ounce of his restraint shattered. With a low, guttural growl, Liam took control of the kiss. His massive hand tangled into the back of my hair, holding me firmly against him, while his other arm banded around my waist, lifting me slightly off my feet. He kissed me with a desperate, lingering hunger that had been buried under years of pain and silence—a kiss that claimed me, forgave me, and anchored us together in the cold night air.

Her hair was tied into a high ponytail. “Girl you look hot as fuck,” Yas smiled. “Right back at you,” It was now 12 am and we decided to go to Lust and Lovers . It was one of the most popular clubs in the city. The atmosphere pulsed with energy, a symphony of bass and heat. Bodies pressed together, sweat-slicked, moving in sync with the rhythm. Strangers collided, their boundaries blurred—a dance of desire. Lips met, hungry and urgent, as if the night held promises only whispered in stolen breaths.

"Ki-i-it ... Maybe we can meet?" The phone vibrated and blinked on the table, and its owner was already again taking the necessary poses at the command of the photographer, like a thoroughbred dog at an exhibition, and racking her brains, who sent her this bouquet? The freaking fan ruffled the pretty short bluish-black strands of her hair. Maybe Lou? In honor of the change of image? Across town, Hank ruffled his already messy hair with one hand and sighed. Damn… I went to the Pictish Wastes website, checked the schedule. Yes, she is definitely singing in London tonight. He will break into a cake, but he will fall into her performance ...

Her voice sounded lazy because it bored her talking with him. He hesitated for a couple of seconds because if he asked her a particular question, she wouldn’t go away until she knew everything, even the tiniest detail. “What does it mean when someone kisses you on the cheek?” he said and drank the bottle of brandy to hide his embarrassment. His ear was turning red just asking that kind of question. “He likes you. Did Yric do that? He’s kind of bold.” She had a smile as if she wasn’t feeling devastated earlier.

"So I have the rights to take control over the kiss" I blink and my body froze. "W-What?!" "You read the contract so you must aware with the footnote 'every night' darling" My lips parted in disbelief realizing what he said. The footnote 'every night' means 'before midnight' and it's already passed midnight. What the hell?! "Do you remember it now?" I felt him smirk. "Yeah..." my voice drop. "Good. But first thing first, Little. I think I need to give you a short demonstration what a real kiss is really like"

Even care? “Aw, where’s the fun in that? I think it’s time I see you without clothes.” I caught my breath. Expecting to feel the prick of fangs. None came. Damion hummed lowly enjoying the moment of my fear. "Am I interrupting something?” Emma glared at Damion barging in her red curly locks frazzled. Damion flashed a glare at Emma “Not at all.” He pulled my face towards him planting a kiss on my cheek. “See you at dinner.” He winked exiting the room.

A full kiss was like being struck my lightning. He chuckled, nuzzling my inner thigh and tightening his grip on my hips. He did it again and I moaned into the night. His lips applied pressure while his teeth and tongue worked magic. I had never had anything this wonderful in my life. He coaxed me gently to the edge of what I could take. “Aiden,” I whimpered as I started to shake. At his name, he slid one finger inside of me, sliding in on my excitement. With a flick of his tongue and finger in unison, he turned my whimper into a full moan, shooting me into pure bliss.