Kiss Of Smoke Book Novels & Stories

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.

A hoarse growl escaped his lips, and I savored the taste of his minty and sweet kiss, a familiar sensation I had experienced before. But now... there was something different. Something that hinted at a profound change. It was as if he wasn't the one kissing me. I was about to remove my blindfold when his hand gently stopped me, urging me to wait. I cleared my throat, ready to question him, but he silenced me with another passionate kiss. His lips caressed mine, eliciting a shiver that coursed through my entire being. The taste of his kiss seemed to search the depths of my soul, captivating me in an instant.

Leona kept bringing her labium closer until it came into contact with Damien's cold skin. The girl was forced to land a kiss before she pulled out her fangs and was about to bite Damien's neck, but unfortunately, when she was about to land a second kiss as an alibi for her main purpose, a puff of black smoke emerged from behind Damien's back. The smoke seeped into Leona's nose and mouth, which was then open. The girl coughed once, then held her long neck. In the next split second, her body swayed along with the sound of her gasping breath as she endured the pain of the black smoke that was approaching – entering her nostrils and throat.

Everything felt wrong but I could not stop wanting to feel his lips on mine. Without leaving my cheek, he brought his lips toward me but stopped at a distance as if he was asking me for permission. Instead of pulling myself away, I shut my eyes, and then it happened. My heart skipped a beat when his lips touched mine. It was so good that it felt unreal. I kissed him back with the same passion and he deepened his kiss in which I lost myself. It happened. I got my first kiss from a mafia heir.

The kiss tasted of smoke and salt, of survival and surrender. When he lifted her, setting her down on the table, the wood groaned beneath them. His lips trailed down her neck, across her collarbone, branding her with every touch. For once, she didn’t care about duty, about family, about betrayal waiting outside these walls. For once, she let herself burn. “Damian,” she whispered, her voice breaking. He stilled, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath ragged. “Say it again.” “Damian.”

It’s all slow motion as I inhale, letting the smoke glorify this moment even more. Keeping it in my chest, I lean into him, pressing my mouth onto his. Kissing each other as the smoke passes through our bodies, we share more than just vapor, more than just sex. We are breathing each other. We finish the blunt until it’s out, tossed onto the floor. My pussy is soaked, thoroughly stretched and perfected for his cock.