Kiss Ties Novels & Stories

“Say it again.” He smiled. “I love you.” “Again,” she breathed, gripping his collar. “I love you,” he repeated, voice low, steady, certain. He kissed her forehead. “I love you.” Another kiss to her temple. “I love you.” A final kiss to her lips. “And I’m going to keep loving you for the rest of my life.” Her tears finally fell. She laughed, half-choked, half-joyful, pressing her face into his shoulder. “Good. Because you’re stuck with me.”

Before I could argue, his lips were on mine. The kiss was slow at first, a question, a plea. My chest tightened, anger and longing warring inside me. I wanted to shove him away, to tell him one kiss wouldn’t erase the image of Alexa clinging to him. But his hands cradled my face with such tenderness that my resolve faltered. Against my will, I kissed him back. The taste of sugar lingered on his lips, mixing with the warmth of whiskey when he pulled back to press a glass into my hand. “Drink with me?” he asked quietly.

When he looked at me, I felt it in my spine. “You’ve shown strength,” Elias said. “And control. But loyalty… that’s harder to find. And more important than any weapon.” A heavy wooden door opened. Guards walked in, pulling a group of humans with them. Five in total. They were tied up. Scared. One girl was crying softly. A man next to her looked angry, but his legs were shaking. Then I saw him. Sebastian. He was hurt. Bleeding a little. His collar was soaked. His lip was split. His hair was stuck to his forehead. He looked around until his eyes found mine.

holding them with his single hand and another hand was holding her jaws to keep her straight. After 5 minutes that seems like an hour, he left her mouth ... before she can take a breath of relief... he removed his shirt and tie ... again put his lips on hers for yet again deep throat kiss... while kissing her he used his tie to tie her hands above her head with the headboard of the bed ...

Me crossing the room, leaning in to kiss Kyrian on the cheek and the one second I stayed, paused and stretched into many seconds. I scrolled past it and the headlines were something else entirely. PLAYBOOK'S CONNIE AND KYRIAN: ARE THEY THE REAL DEAL? THE KISS THAT BROKE THE INTERNET—CRESTFIELD'S COUPLE CHEMISTRY. I stared at that last one for a moment longer than the others. "Are you seeing the memes?" Hori said, still chattering like a broken radio. "Connie there's a whole thread—" "I see them."

She sighed, "Well, I.... I'm not sure I'm so good at knotting ties." "C'mon, Angel. You were married for a year, your skills should be good enough." She bit her lip, "Okay, fine. I'm going to do it." She took the tie, moved closer and began to knot it, while he kept staring at her. She lowered her eyes and focused all her attention on the tie and when she was done, she smiled, "It's perfect!" "Just like you," he added. Holding her chin and lifting her face up as his eyes stared into hers. He inched his face closer and wanted to kiss her, but she turned her face away.

the priest repeated. Keisha smirked before looking up at Eros and saying, "Oh how I love it when the cards are all mine," she whispered devilishly and his brows furrowed in confusion. Keisha grabbed the end of Eros' necktie and pulled it, making him bend down to her level. Both were lost in each other's eyes as if they were in another world. At this moment, he was compromised. She pulled his necktie towards her before tilting her head and kissing his lips. She closed her eyes as they exchanged kisses.

And so, their journey continued, fueled by the power of forgiveness, the strength of their bond, and the unwavering belief in the transformative power of love. Their lips met in a searing kiss, a passionate embrace that spoke volumes of their shared desire and the depths of their love. It was a moment of pure surrender, a fusion of souls intertwined in a symphony of tenderness and longing. Their kiss lingered, each second a testament to the unbreakable bond they had forged.

Then he dropped on his knees and Killian looked down at him, confused. “What are you doing?” He was whispering and Mike smiled. “Take your coat off.” Mike began loosening his tie and Killian kept watching him, surprised. “You don’t want to stain my tie, do you?” This is when Mike heard Killian’s heart speed up. Mike smirked. He liked seeing Killian like this. Nervous, but at the same time he could feel his mate wanted this too. Killian took his top off and Mike threw his tie away. Then Killian opened the buttons of his shirt. Mike wanted to run his hands over his chest or lick his nipples, but this was going to wait.

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.