Kiss Tease Novels & Stories

Rook POV His lips part, and I don’t give him the chance to answer before I crash my mouth against his, taking everything, making sure he knows exactly who he belongs to. Kade responds quickly, his body arching up against mine as he meets my kiss with a fierce hunger of his own. His wrists strain against my grip, not to break free, but to feel the strength of my hold. I break away, trailing biting kisses down his jaw and neck. “You’re a fucking tease, you know that?” I growl against his skin.

Tonight was no different. After his speech came the kisses. He kissed every bruise, looking utterly miserable. “A kiss for every bruise,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “Baby, I want you. You know I’ve got the hots for you, and I can never get it up for anyone else.” What did I do? I went through the motions, groaning in pain while he mistook it for pleasure.

Her incandescent gaze locked into mine. Her lips against my throat. I close my eyes. I am lost. — You lie so well to others… but not to me. Her mouth travels up to mine. She brushes my lips. Not a kiss. Just a threat. A promise. — Do you want me to kiss you, Éric? I nod. — Say it, she commands. — Kiss me, Jade. Please… She smiles. And she kisses me. Not a kiss. An inferno. She devours me. She crushes me. She tears me away from myself. And I let her.

he teased, his eyes dancing with mischief. Before I could retort, he captured my lips with his. The kiss was slow and hungry, tasting of desire and anticipation. He tasted like the wine he’d brought with him, and the way his tongue swept against mine made my knees feel weak. It wasn't a rushed kiss; it was a conversation, a slow exploration of longing. He didn't break the contact as he began to guide me backward, his hand resting firmly on the small of my back, his palm warm through the silk.

The cool gym air kisses my skin. Karius’s eyes darken. He stays kneeling and leans in, pressing his mouth to the soft skin just above the waistband of my leggings. Not a kiss exactly. More like he is breathing me in. His hands slide up the backs of my thighs, slow and heavy, until they cup the curve of my ass. He squeezes once, firm, and a low sound rumbles in his chest. “Fuck, Cassy,” he murmurs against my skin. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

I half wisper- yell . He chuckled . "Mine " he said and kissed me again . I smiled against his lips and wrapped my hands around his neck . He pulled out . "Kiss me .." he said . I stood on my tip toe bitting my lip and touch my lip to his before pulling out . He raised his eyebrow "What " i asked "You called this a kiss ?" He stated "Yes " i replied in a teasing voice He pulled me closer and roughly met his lips to mine sucking on my lower lip

She couldn't help herself but kissed me back. I smiled while our lips were still tasting each other and I pinned her to the door, she didn't react and was still embracing me. It was damn hot! We were being naughty. Pinning her more to the door, we kissed passionately, soft and smooth. Time was like in slow motion, I never kissed a woman like this before. I could felt her catching her breath but it didn't stop us. I didn't know how long we were kissing but I love the way she was kissing me back, it was turning me on. But then unfortunately, a sudden knock disturbed us and she hurriedly pushed me.

“Kiss me.” Keira could feel the warm breath against her, and she just unconsciously granted Zeev’s demand. The latter subtly smirked against her lips and started moving as he closed his eyes. The gentle brushing of their lips slowly led to a more intimate and passionate kiss. Keira also started mimicking Zeev’s movement on their lips pressed hardly against one another.

Celeste growled. “Don’t tease too much, Mate, you might regret it.” Another laugh, throatier, full of promise like the scent that filled the air. “Promises, promises,” she teased before leaning over and taking a nipple between her lips. Soft nips and sucks brought it quickly to a point and Celeste groaned. The little tease knew what she was doing.

What a tease. I yanked his hair. Kale hummed in amusement, understanding the wordless command: Do not play. His lips drifted to the underside of my heavy breast, his breath warm and soft. He started a path of teeth-tipped kisses to my sternum, making a quick stop at the other breast before skimming up my chest, and then skipped to my lips. I squeaked and stared at him when he pulled away with a wet smack. "So I remember what your lips taste like before I taste your arousal." His smirk broadened. "Red as a date. I told you I like a good ripe date."