Kiss Of Smoke Book Novels & Stories

My heart pounded in my chest, a wild drumbeat echoing the crackle of the flames. Without a word, he reached out, his hand cupping the back of my neck, fingers threading into my hair. He pulled me toward him, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss that was all hunger and no hesitation. I melted into it, my hands flying up to grip his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt. His mouth was hot, demanding, tongue slipping past my lips to tangle with mine. He tasted like salt from the sea air and the faint smokiness of the fire, and I couldn't get enough.

I could tell he was trying to figure out if the fire that burst out of my skin was defensive or excitement. Instead of asking, he kissed me again. I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. He tasted like smoke and pine and I felt like I was driven mad with it. Another tuft of flames came from my hands and scorched the shirt on his back. Kairos didn’t seem to care. He ripped it off and went back to claiming my mouth. The feeling of his bare chest against mine almost brought the fire back for the third time. I wriggled my own shirt up so our skins could press together. I whimpered with desire.

My hands hovered in the air, and his massive hand held my wrists firmly. I pressed a soft kiss on his lips, then pulled back slightly to gather courage, returning for a longer kiss. I slowly sucked his lower lip, then his upper. The taste of his cigar smoke mixed with his scent, a blend I couldn’t resist. I stopped near his mouth and whispered with hot breath, teasing, "Won’t you stop smoking?" He looked at me calmly and replied in a low voice, "I don’t mind." I studied his captivating eyes and smiled without thinking, before he spoke again in his deep tone, "Go on, little cat."

I feel his grip loosen. Good. I get up, go to my room amd slam the door shut. I'm sick of this, all of this. Smoke's POV Wow, her words hit me hard. I never thought about if she's happy or not. I just made her miserable But I can't help it. I can't stay away from her. I don't understand it myself but I need her. Not want, need. Is it for sex? I've had with countless women but I don't think that's it. Just looking at her calms me.

he muttered at me before leaning forward to press his lips against mine. I returned the kiss with a soft moan deep in my throat. Deepening the kiss, it was my turn to explore Rem’s mouth with my tongue. His smokey scent was driving me wild. I usually hated the smell of smoke, but now that Rem had accepted me, it was something I was enjoying. My other hand wandered over Rem’s leg, causing him to shudder under my touch. Pulling away slightly, Rem’s breathing was heavy. He was looking wonderfully flustered. I almost wanted to take him here and now, though I held myself back.

"It's okay, baby. We will get through this together. You just have to be strong for me and the children in your womb” I nodded, feeling a little bit better than ever before. Raising my tear-swollen face from Felix's neck, some strange spirit descended on me and I locked my lips to Felix's, kissing him passionately. Felix's lips were cold, devoid of passion and desire for me. He kissed me back, and it ignited a fire of lust in me. From running my hands seductively over his chest, I lowered my hands down to his trousers, dipping down there to grab his conk that I have always yearned for.

I explain. As I said a kiss is not that hard. It's simple and I consider it one of the best weapons to lure and manipulate a man, especially in my job. But then, giving Sain a kiss is different. It is harder than pulling the trigger of a gun for the first time. "I see, so that's the case" he nodded and look away as he casually runs his fingers through his hair. His usual expression takes over his face but then later on his sheepish smile returns as he returns his gaze at me. I didn't say anything and just keep my straight face thinking about what should I do. There's no way I can escape this.

he hissed; his boots stomped after me, and his hand reached the door before I turned the handle, pinning it shut. Smoke billowed around us as Kian exhaled, and he pressed the tip of the cigarette into the wall slowly, letting me know just how pissed off that made him. He turned me to face him, and I raised my chin with indignance. Our eyes locked. His expression set hard. But I refused to back down. “I hate—” I never got to finish my sentence because he kissed me roughly to cut me off.

He wasn't paying a single attention to the mess or to me at first. I walked slowly to meet him, one step at a time. My heels clicked on the floor. I kissed him hard, pushing my body close. My lips pressed firm and hot against his. The taste of smoke and whiskey filled my mouth. I took the cigarette from his mouth and the one in his hand. I squeezed it away hard between my fingers, feeling the heat sting for a second, then threw it off to the side. Then I broke out of the kiss, coughing a little. The smoke burned my throat and made my eyes water. I raised my head, clearing my throat loud. I caught the smirk on his face, his lips still wet from the kiss. "You asshole," I managed, my voice roug

Toward the chance to finally live my truth. My pack was full of homophobes—men and women who despised what they couldn’t understand. People who would rather tear you down than accept your truth. I couldn't live like that. Not anymore. And then… Stanley happened. That kiss. That one kiss at the bar. It shattered every wall I had built around myself. I felt it. The pull. The connection. The undeniable spark that only a mate bond could bring. I knew he felt it too—it was written all over his face, in the way his eyes widened, the way his breath caught in his throat. He tried to hide it, but I saw it.