Kiss Of Smoke Book Novels & Stories

His voice was a low growl, a mix of confusion and rising anger. A cruel smirk played across Kellan's lips as he savored the looks on their faces. His smirk was like oil on fire, his satisfaction obvious with the intensity at which his eyes glinted. He stepped forward, claiming the moment, "Hello, mate." Kellan said, "You belong to me, after all." THE END. Author's note: To read about Alpha Parthe, kindly search for THE ALPHA OF THE NORTH under the author name VELVET DESIRES and add it to your library. It will be updated soon. It is a dark romance book. Intriguing and suspense-filled.

I can feel the fire burning in his eyes, I get up from the bed and with calm steps, I approach him, kiss his chest and better inhale the natural perfume of his body, run my hands around his waist and stand on my tiptoes, so that my mouth can reach his, and start kissing him. He squeezes both bands of my ass and pulls me closer to him, his tongue explores me intensely and deliciously, he turns away from my mouth and begins to distribute wet kisses down my neck, I close my eyes and tilting my head to the side, I give him even more access to my neck. He squeezes my waist even tighter and sucks on my neck, I can't hold back and a low moan escapes my mouth, I love feeling the warm contact of his

Steam was already beginning to condense on the mirror, the room growing warm. "Now, where were we?" he whispered into my ear, his hand tracing the line of my shoulder. I kissed him, showing him exactly where we had left off. He kissed me again, a no-holds-barred kiss that rocked my world. My body shifted from rainwater ice to shower steam hot, the fire within me begging to be quenched by him.

Someone’s taste was their taste, and I celebrated that. The world would be a boring place if we all weren’t individuals and unique with it. “I love romance books too.” When they gaped at me, evidently disbelieving my claim, I reached for my cellphone in my purse, scrolled onto my kindle app, and shoved it at Aoife. She peered at the covers and laughed. “You like mafia romance?” I didn’t have to look in a mirror to know my eyes were twinkling. “Very fitting, no?” “Very.” She pursed her lips. “Why do you want to know if Finn is what you think he is?”

They were simply officemates who find comfort in each other by sharing each other's body heat, a superior and an underling who disclose each other's burdens and frustrations through strong penetrations, tightly entwined fingers, and erotic moans. "Was I?" he asked, his nose scrunching and brows close to kissing in confusion. He looked away from her flushed face to see the cigarette that was losing a quarter of its body while hanging loosely between his right hand's fingers, continuously emanated a long, slender smoke that comforted and annoyed his burning nose at the same time. He lifted his right hand and took a puff of his cigarette, once he had enough, he blew the fume off from his lips.

I don’t really care anymore. He might have been caught off guard by what I did because he just froze. I straddle him and kissed him hungrily. It felt like I’ve done this before and I was on fire. I can feel myself being light on fire as I bit his lips and suck on them as I continue to kiss him. I gasp the moment he took over the kiss and explored my mouth with his tongue. I can feel his arousal as I grind at him. I don’t want to stop. I want to feel him inside of me. I tried to work on his jeans when the door suddenly opened.

“So does life, darling. Might as well enjoy it while I can.” Rolling my eyes, I leaned forward, snatching the cigarette from his fingers. “Nope. Not happening.” He smirked, leaning back against the seat. “You’re really going to deny me my one vice?” I brought the cigarette to my lips, pretending to take a drag before extinguishing it in the ashtray. “Yes, I am. And if you want something to do with your mouth…” Before I could finish, his lips were on mine, stealing the rest of my sentence. The kiss was warm, intoxicating, and utterly consuming. My hands slid to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath the fabric of his shirt.

My book was just starting to get a little steamy, and I fanned myself with my hand as I flipped to the next page. Just as the scene was reaching the point where the male and female leads were about to kiss for the first time, I heard a commotion outside. It sounded like a firework going off. Curious, I leaned over and opened the window a crack, peering out. I gasped when I saw smoke billowing up from the grass. “Shit!” I exclaimed, not thinking to watch my language around Nora. I snapped my book shut and shot to my feet. “Stay here. I’ll be right—”

The kind that comes from surviving things that should've killed most men. I walk over and pluck the cigarette from his fingers without asking. His eyebrows lift slightly. I bring it to my lips, inhale, then lean in. I exhale the smoke into his mouth. Our lips meet, followed by our tongues in a slow, filthy kiss as the smoke curls around us. He tastes like tobacco and bad decisions I want to make again. Pulling back, I hand him the cigarette. He takes it with a half smile that does dangerous things to my insides.

“He won’t be an Elite for long.” Her mouth came for mine—her soft lips brushing mine, then pressing hard. She kissed me deep, pulling the smoke straight from my lungs into hers, the heat and bitterness passing between us. Her tongue flicked in, tasting the ash and nicotine. She blew the smoke out slow through her nose, gray wisps curling around us, then kissed me again—deeper and wetter, sliding her hands to my neck. I let her for a second—the taste of her lipstick sweet and waxy, her breath really hot.