Kissing Sonic Novels & Stories

"Sure, captain." Coward Chase happily handed me to Ethan the moment he asked no ordered him to leave the dancefloor. The music had changed to a slow one. I placed my hand on Ethan's shoulder and believe me when he placed his hand on my waist, the spark returned. My thin layer of dress couldn't hide the feel of his hand on my skin. We moved slowly with the sound of music. Our eyes never broke the contact. I wanted to ask him, why did he kiss me on my cheek but choose not to. I was too afraid to speak something stupid and break this special moment.

Rycon whispered, making her smile brightly. He stood, leaned down, and kissed her lips lightly. Their kiss deepened, until Misan lay in his arms with Rycon over her. Their kisses grew more passionate, their bodies burning with desire. “May I?” Rycon asked meaningfully, gazing into her eyes. Misan smiled and nodded wholeheartedly. He kissed her lips again, softer, with respect. His lips traveled to her jaw, sending shivers down her body. She moaned softly. Rycon removed his upper garment, kissed her again, and trailed kisses down her neck, making her moan louder.

Like Damon before him, he sought permission through eye contact, a silent query that I answered with a nod. He descended upon me, his kiss entirely different from his brother's yet equally scorching. It was a dance of power and surrender, of give and take, all wrapped up in an intricate ballet of lips, tongues, and unspoken promises. Where Damon's kiss had been slow and exploratory, Axel's was more urgent, as if he were claiming terrain he'd long yearned to conquer. As our lips parted, a trail of heat remained, searing me to my core, leaving me dazed and breathless.

“You’re not alone, Gianna. Not anymore.” She leaned in, her lips soft, tentative, their second kiss a contrast to the first—deeper, sweeter, a quiet surrender to their bond. His fingers tangled in her hair, her hands gripping his vest, the world narrowing to their warmth, their fire. The kiss was a promise, a spark in the dark, their hearts bared despite the war. A flash from the penthouse snapped them back—Dante, silhouetted, meeting Marco Santoro. But before Kai could aim, gunfire erupted, Syndicate snipers on adjacent roofs targeting them. “Ambush!” Kai shouted, pulling Gianna down as bullets pinged the concrete.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

A store with glowing pink letters buzzed over our heads. Adult Toys & Novelties. I blinked. “Seriously?” He didn’t answer. Just leaned in and kissed me—slow at first, then deep. I could taste him, the blood mixed with his heat. I hated how good it felt. I hated how easy it was to forget why I shouldn’t want him. And when I shoved the gum into his mouth with my tongue, he bit down on it. Chewed once. Then kissed me back, hard enough to make me gasp. After that, he leaned back, chewing the gum like it hadn’t just been in my mouth.

His fingers dig into the flesh of my thigh, a possessive contact that announces more. Everything blurs. Time. The muffled sound of the music still filtering through the door—a slow bass rhythm that now seems to beat in time with my pulse. I am nothing but raw sensations: the texture of the cold wall against my bare shoulder, the overwhelming heat of Evan's body against mine, the metallic taste of our kiss mixed with gin, the short breath hissing between our lips when he breaks contact to gently bite my lower lip.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

God, why does he have to be such a good kisser? ​Due to the lack of oxygen, I was forced to pull away, but Draven didn’t stop there. Instead, he started leaving a trail of hot kisses along my jawline and down to my neck, nibbling and sucking on my soft spot before moving up and kissing the corner of my lips, then back to my neck again, making my whole body quiver in pleasure. I gasped when he squeezed my thighs and tugged on the skin of my neck, causing me to moan again. No, this was getting too intense and I have to control myself...but I can’t, and I don’t want to.

Johnny momentarily stopped from sucking Kissa's nipple and he raised his face to look at Kissa with a mischievous grin on his lips. "I don't know if the day will come where I will get tired of your body, babe. Your body is so fucking delicious and just staring at you is enough to make me hard. If you undress in front of me while dancing in erotic music, it's already enough to make me cum." Johnny replied in a very sensual tone of voice that made Kissa smile. Johnny sucked Kissa's breasts again.