Kiss Ties Novels & Stories

Slowly, he went to his knees on the floor by the bed. My knees bent over the edge of the mattress and Aiden used his broad shoulders to separate them. He made sure I was watching, those hazel eyes burning just above my skirt, before beginning my pleasure. He kissed up from my bare feet, up my calf, up my thigh and increasing my temperature with every kiss. His fingers hooked around the tiny string of my panties' waistband and he pulled them off with a smooth, practiced motion. “Pretty,” he said, holding them up in the air to admire them before tossing them to the side. “But they have to go.”

“All of you.” Their lips met, a slow, searing kiss, deeper than before, a surrender to their fire. Her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, his fingers tangling in her hair, their bodies pressed against the couch. The kiss grew urgent, their passion breaking through—her tank top lifted, his shirt discarded, their touches hungry, a line crossed. They stumbled to a cot in the corner, their clothes falling, their intimacy a blaze of need and trust, their fears laid bare in whispered gasps.

She pecked him on his lips lightly while he grabbed the hem of her thin t-shirt and pulled it off her in one go, leaving her in nothing but a pair of panties. “Fuck!” He groaned against her lips, capturing her bottom lip with his teeth. "Let's start with tying you up. I don't want to make you wait when you’ve worked so hard to arrange this." The kiss turned out to be more intense and hungry than expected. Grabbing her throat, he pushed her onto the bed and hovered over her, pressing on her throat with one hand and pinning her arms above her head with another. He grabbed the ropes and swiftly tied her wrists, not too tight, but tight enough for her to be unable to move them.

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.

At this moment, the air crackles with tension and unspoken desire. As they lock eyes, a tender spark of longing passes between them. Kalix's gaze shifts to her lips, and with an aggressive touch, he leans in to press his lips against hers. The kiss is wild, filled with a mix of passion and desire. Time seems to stand still as they get lost in the intoxicating moment, their bodies drawing closer in a warm embrace.

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.

“Why do you think I agree to marry you?” Lorenzo nodded and brushed his thumb along my neck. Slowly, his face descended towards mine and we got sealed in a sizzling hot kiss. My hand found its way around his neck as he deepened the kiss. Wanting more of me, he grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him. Our tongues danced around in a familiar rhyme as we kissed.

“I don’t want to push you. Not even a little.” I nodded. Still, he didn’t move. His jaw tightened. “The moment you feel uncomfortable, you say it. Out loud. You swear to me.” “I swear.” He leaned down and kissed the top of my head, soft and grounding, like he was anchoring both of us. Then he lifted my wrist again. The fabric wrapped around my skin, gentle and warm. He tied it slowly, carefully, speaking the whole time. “These are quick-release knots. One pull and you’re free. It won’t take more than a second. You understand?”

I say motioning him towards me. He strides across the room and sits down on the edge of the bed. I grab the tie out of his hand and pull it over his neck. Moments later I am smoothing the knot that I have tied and adjust his collar. “There,” I say quietly with a soft smile. “All done.” I grab the tails of his tie and pull Taylor forward, gazing into his eyes for the briefest of moments before placing my lips gently on his. We stay like that until Taylor begins moving his mouth against mine. My lips fall open as I invite his tongue into my mouth. The kiss quickly intensifies until it feels like we are devouring each other. Taylor’s hands weave into my hair tugging almost painfully at my scalp