Kiss Ties Novels & Stories

His request hung in the air, charged with anticipation. Without hesitation, Kazia leaned up, her lips meeting his in a gentle yet electrifying kiss. It was a promise of the future, a pledge of loyalty and love that bound them together. In that moment, the weight of her past seemed to fade into the background, overshadowed by the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

"We may have to do this more often... I'll have to lend you some armor or something." I snorted. "No way." "Fair. It would be too big. A sash would work." He finished a knot that looked way more pretentious than I had ever imagined a tie could look, but the look on his face made me smile. "Something special?" "It's a take on a lycan knot used for mating ceremonies." My eyes widened. Our eyes met in the mirror. He kissed the side of my head. "I'll get you a pin." I huffed, turning around as Eason came in and Charles went to the dresser.

Mariam nodded into het chest and she hugged her tighter. Whatever your story is Mariam, she decided, I'll find out. Madeline promised herself she would find out in a way that didn't force tears into Mariam's cute little face.

The physical side of our relationship has always been a breathtaking, romantic whirlwind. I feel his hand clench in my hair and I savour the bite even as I suck on his tongue, controlling the pace of our kiss. We fight for domination in our embrace, me on top, him using the strength in his arms to crush me against him. He pulls at the hem of my shirt and then, without warning, tears it over my head, breaking our kiss. I gasp, rocking back on his lap. But before I can fall he catches me by the back of the head and drags me back to him, smashing his lips to mine. I whimper at the force and then grip him hard, pushing my tongue against his, loving the rush of pleasure that floods through my che

But then, driven by something powerful and unspoken, I pulled her into my arms. I leaned down and kissed her. It wasn’t rehearsed, not like the kisses we had shared for the show. This was raw, driven by an ache I hadn't realized earlier. For a moment, I thought she might push me away, but to my surprise, she didn't. She responded. Her hands slid up my chest and gripped my shirt, pulling me closer. The tension that had been building inside me from the moment I met her snapped, leaving nothing but heat and urgency in its wake.

"I'm still not sure I want to kiss you because this whole thing seems like a set up. You have probably been waiting for the moment when they would ask you to kiss me. I'm certain it's preplanned with them." "Ma'am, actors kiss all the time. There would be no sentiments attached. All you have to do is shut your eyes, tilt your head to a comfortable side, part your lips and brush your lips against his. " The photographer painted a vivid picture, obviously upset by the attitude I displayed. Felix looked at me for my consent. I reminded myself that all the kisses I ever gave to Clyde were fake and I reminded myself why I accepted to marry Felix. I then pulled close to Felix and did as the photog

A promise. She closed the distance, reckless indeed, until only inches separated them. Her hand hovered, trembling, before daring to press against his chest. His skin burned beneath her palm, heartbeat hammering against her touch. Kael’s control shattered. He caught her wrist, not to push her away but to anchor himself. His other hand gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, their breaths tangling, their bond snarling with hunger. The kiss should never have happened. But it did.

"Okay, this is the one. Put it on for me." Kisa did not hesitate. She stood on tiptoe to tie his tie. As she came closer, her familiar fragrance instantly drifted into his nostrils. His heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to take her into his arms. But she backed away from him all of a sudden and said to him in a muffled voice, "Done." Gilbert felt a fleeting sense of disappointment. He could not help but feel upset by how quick Kisa's action in tying the tie.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

The evening has been a whirlwind of emotions, and this moment of raw connection is the culmination of everything we’ve been working towards. Every touch, every kiss, is a testament to how deeply I care for her. I can feel her responses, the way she shivers and moans with pleasure, and it drives me to be even more attentive. The silk tie binding her wrists is a physical manifestation of the trust and connection between us, and it only heightens the intensity of our interaction.