Kiss Of Smoke Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.

“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.

Their hard, glassy surface dissolved at last, by the warming reach of the fire. He kissed me once again, and this time I heard a soft moan escape up through my mouth as it pressed to his, and through his lips, I felt the excitement and wonder I stirred in Alex. Slowly, as I grasped at his sides, at the shirt he wore, the shirt which smelled of smoke and ruin and sweet cologne, he bore down on me, until I lay on my back.

Dang it. She almost gasp when someone held her waist and pulled her up to sit on the island counter. Krysie blinked her eyes several times as soon as the smell of cigarettes registered on her nose. "E-Elias..." Her words vanished into thin air when he pulled her nape and kissed her fully on the lips. His scent mixed with the smoke invaded her nostrils. Krysie hummed when Elias bit her lower lip and nibble it after. "I missed your lips." "I can taste the smoke," she grunted. "I hate you, Elias."

He looked up when I closed the door. I did not say anything. I walked up behind him, wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and pressed a kiss to his neck, lingering just enough to feel his smile before I saw it. “I knew you were in a bad mood,” he said calmly. “You always come here when you are.” I rested my chin on his shoulder. “Did I?” I asked softly. He lifted the cigarette slightly. “Care to smoke?” I nodded. He handed it to me without turning, and I took a slow drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. The tension in my chest loosened, just a little. I leaned forward and kissed him, tasting smoke and something darker, something reckless.

It was like a fucking brand. “I’m wondering if I should skip the main meal and go straight to desert.” A small sound left me as his nose brushed against my skin. His pulled me flush into his chest and he bunched up the hem of my shirt slowly, pulling it higher until his fingers met bare skin. I’d deliberately gone without underwear. He groaned, the sound deep in his throat. “Fucking hell, little wolf.” He leaned down to kiss me when something sharp hit my nose. It took me a second to realize that it was smoke.

"So wet and messy, just like I like it.” I shuddered as his fingers circled my clit expertly, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I watched transfixed as he intermittently touched me, then brought his fingers to his lips, tasting me. He smirked around the cigarette hanging from his lips. Without warning, he leaned down and captured my mouth with a scorching kiss, his lips crashing against mine. I moaned out as he kissed me, the taste of me mingling with the smoke from his cigarette, the intensity overwhelming. He bit my bottom lip, demanding more entry, his tongue dominating mine.

Closed the space between them until their breath mingled and the bond howled under his skin. He tilted her chin up. Her eyes narrowed, part hatred, part challenge. “You sure?” he murmured, only for her to hear. She swallowed. “Make it look real.” So he did. He kissed her. But not like in the dream. This was raw. Open-mouthed. Devouring. Their bodies locked together with a force that burned through the falsehood. She tasted like smoke and rain. Her hands fisted in his shirt, and a low, desperate sound escaped her throat, a growl neither of them expected.

"Wash up. We'll talk later." I nodded, turned and walked away. With the door clicking shut behind me, I exhaled the breath I hadn't even realized I was holding. That was too close. When he asked me where I'd learned it, I thought it was all over. Exposed. But I had given him enough. Not the lie but not also the truth. Just enough. And yet, deep in my belly… something else simmered.Chapter 19 Francesca's Pov The stench of smoke lingered in the air even though the firing had stopped. The chaos had receded into a tense quiet—the kind that always came after blood had been spilled. The kind that stayed with your skin and lingered like ash.

*** I twisted, breathing in the scents of the three beautiful men I’d fallen asleep in bed with and shutting my eyes tighter because I never wanted this blissful rest to come to an end. I just pressed a kiss to the broad and muscled chest that was closest to my lips when another unsettling scent joined that of the men I loved and I scrunched up my nose in disgust. I wanted to ignore it and force myself to go back to sleep, but it got thicker and I realized exactly what it was. Smoke! “Who’s burning down the kitchen so early in the morning? I’m skipping breakfast,” Alex muttered under his breath at the same time my eyes flew open.