Kiss Of Smoke Book Novels & Stories

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

“Yes, I am a womanizer but I am a womanizer with taste, Arya. Just take a look at that girl. It seems that she only gets to take a bath once a week and someone told me that she reuses her socks. That’s just fucking gross!” I narrowed my eyes at that because I do not know how true it is. Kisha is flamboyant herself so it’s really hard to believe. “Who told you that?” “Monique” I rolled my eyes at that. “You’re stupider than I expected. Of course, Monique would bad mouth her because she likes you! Kisha isn’t like that, for fuck’s sake she won’t even touch the ground.” My twin brother just smirked. I did not say anything more because just then, we already entered the school grounds and once th

He push my chin up and locked eyes with me. I could barely breathe with how close he was to me. His cocky aroma filled my lungs, and I longed for my pain to have me in his room. He leans in like he will kiss me. He bit me on the lip and flung my face away like my lip was disgusting. “Don't do that to her.” Sloane, who stood invisible to me while all this was going on, yelled at Ares. Ares didn't act like he heard anyone speak. He is never known to give his attention to women who are not of his level because of his arrogance.

Hope fell as he saw something in my expression that disappointed him. “Forget it,” he mumbled, releasing me and looking away. His shoulders hunched and he moved to leave, but I wasn't about to let him get away that easily. He couldn't kiss me like that and just run away without an explanation. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me. He frowned, his brown eyes filling with heartbreak. I looked deeper, trying to understand what was going on. Passion and something sweet burned deep within their coffee and caramel swirls. The black of his pupils threatened to suck me into their depths and made my heart melt and core heat. His kiss had awakened a deep need, and my body was responding

I felt like a schoolgirl alone with her crush for the first time, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. “I have wanted to do this all night,” Jack whispered, reaching his hand to my chin. He gently guided me to his lips. Fireworks exploded in my brain and I swear a brass band was playing a happy song as he kissed me. I pressed up against him, feeling his strong body mold into mine. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me in closer as his tongue quested for mine. I could have stood there kissing him for the rest of the evening, but the phone began to ring again. Jack ignored it for a moment, but when the shrill sound refused to stop, he released me. His kisses left me breathless, dizzy and cra

“You almost took me out there.” She blinked, then let out a faint breath, crouching as well to gather the rest. “Sorry. I didn’t see you.” “That much is obvious,” I said, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. I picked up another book, my eyes catching on the pastel-colored cover. I turned it so I could read the title. “‘Kisses in the Rain,’” I read aloud, raising a brow. “So, you have a killer taste. Romcoms, huh?”

Full of everything we’d never said but always felt. His hand moved to my cheek, warm and hesitant. “I don’t know what this is,” he said, voice thick. “I just know it feels like fire when you’re near. And smoke when you’re gone.” “Then stay in the fire.” He leaned in slowly. And kissed me. Not gentle. Not soft. It was the kind of kiss that came after death knocked but didn’t quite get in. Desperate. Real. Like pulling each other from the edge. His lips moved against mine like he needed the taste to breathe. My fingers tangled in his shirt, grounding myself to the only thing that felt safe in this collapsing world.

Soon, I realized that my situation was no more different than hers, my heart was pounding against my chest, and if I didn’t back away from her right now, I would do something to those lips of hers that would surely end up with me getting slapped. Or kissed back? The thought was tempting. I would accept whatever would be the result after kissing her. And with this thought, I leaned down and placed my lips on her softly to recall how she tasted; immediately, my eyes widened, and I started coughing against her lips. Damn me. I never knew that kissing her would taste like cigarettes and some other odd flavor that I couldn’t name. “You smoke.”, I stated, more like questioning her on I found her l

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.

And that seemed to be the case with Nathan. Kelsey blew out a cloud of smoke from her cigarette that she occasionally had after sex. There was something pleasurable about the tobacco smell in her mouth and the puff of thick smoke in and out of her lungs. She laid on Nathan's bed naked, tangled in the white linen as she filled the room with the mist of Marlboro nicotine and tar while relishing the thought of how satisfied she was just a few minutes earlier.