Kissing Snap Novels & Stories

I wished I could explain my intentions. The Chairman sighed and walked back to sit in his comfortable chair. “Tell me about your curse,” he smirked leaning back in his chair like he wanted me to amuse him with my story. I clenched my teeth, but figured that it might be the only way to get to those archives. “It's called a kissing spell. It runs in my family. The one that I kiss first becomes my one and only, and I become his.” “So… how did you kiss my Grandson?” he snickered maliciously.

" He captured my mouth for another kiss and life was perfect. His mouth left my lips and made it's was to my neck. He was kissing and sucking it harshly and I'm pretty sure it was going to left marks. I hated having love bites but with his expert mouth I don't mind being covered with it. His hand made its way to my bra and with one swift motion it was gone. His mouth immediately covered my left breast and suck on it. His hand left hand was holding my hands above my head so I can't move while the other hand played with my already very sensitive right nipple. I was moaning and pleading. He then abandoned my left breast and focused his attention on my right and started sucking on it. His left h

"You loved every second of that kiss. And you've been following me like a stray kitten ever since." "A snake." The correction came out as a low vibration I felt in my chest. "I'm a mamba who's found something worth keeping." I leaned down. My lips pressed against his, and it wasn't soft, wasn't tentative. It was a collision, the taste of copper and smoke and desperate starving need. I bit his lower lip, a sharp nip that drew a low guttural groan from deep in his throat. His tongue met mine in a battle for dominance, a heated exchange that made the world outside these crimson walls vanish.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

His knuckles glide down my throat to where my pulse flutters wildly beneath his touch. *"You made me beg for you, Adam."* My voice is barely a whisper. *"Now… make me forget."* His control **snaps.** Hot mouths meet in a desperate, bruising kiss. Teeth and tongues clashing, a storm raging through us more violent than the one outside. Adam growls into my mouth, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me flush against the hard heat of his body. His scent—smoke and wild earth—fills my lungs, drowning out everything but the raw, aching need that coils within me.

Our eyes turned golden and she didn't hesitate to come up and sniff me. “I like the way you smell,” her wolf said and my wolf didn't hesitate to move me. “I love the way you smell,” he said and he didn't hesitate to bite her on the neck. I felt great pleasure when she bit my neck and that made us gasp loudly. Then Snow knocked me to the floor and we started laughing loudly. I didn't realize at what point we melted into an embrace, but I felt the connection of our bond strongly and by the time I had any sense, we were kissing like death row inmates kiss.

My lips met his in a hungry, desperate clash, a collision of suppressed longing and explosive desire. In that instant, as our mouths fused, I was reminded of all the things I hadn't felt in days, in weeks, perhaps even months. It wasn’t just physical sensation; it was a profound sense of connection, a recognition that transcended his current amnesia. We were kissing each other like animals, driven by pure instinct, by a primal hunger that had been suppressed for far too long. There was no gentleness, no tender affection, only a fierce dance of sucking, biting, moaning, and groaning.

She's so close to coming and squeezing the life out of my cock so hard that I don't even know how im holding on anymore. "I pull away from the kiss and kiss along her jaw and neck until im once again lapping at her mating spot. I nip suck and lick the spot softening it up ready for what I want to do to it. "Nick!" She cries out my name as her orgasm hits her and I bite down into her neck hard marking her. Finally, making her mine. Once she's come down from her orgasm I pull my teeth out of her skin and lick the wound to help it hell. She looks thoroughly fucked and sated and so goddam beautiful.

Wolves are very possessive of their mates so you don’t mess with someone’s mate unless you have a death wish. He gave me a big hickey at this spot and he put his hand inside my dress touching my breasts, grapping them and tenderly squeezing my nipple. It was my first kiss and the first time someone was touching me like this. I wouldn’t rather have it any other way, this was perfect. At that moment I was happy, ok I admit it, I was horny too. His touch made me craving for more and more.

*Warning: This chapter contains mature content of a sexual nature. Sarah’s POV “We’re about to show you what happens to little wolves who disobey.” Zayne whispered against my lips, sending a shiver through me from head to toe. I had no time to process what that might mean before his hot mouth took mine in a rough and demanding kiss, teeth clashing and biting as he tried to devour me. I was so consumed by the kiss, I hadn’t even noticed we’d moved until I felt the bed hit the back of my thighs.