Kyss Major Novels & Stories

Never gives into my pleading whimpers, my wordless begging for him to strip me down and claim me, damn it. No, Kyle kisses me long and deep and filthy, kisses me until my head spins and my pulse thuds languidly between my thighs—and then he backs up, a pleased glint in his hazel eyes when he sees how rumpled I am. “It’s Saturday,” he says, brushing a pancake crumb off my chin. “The bar’s open late tonight.” God, how can he be so calm after that? Kyle’s voice is steady, and that is so unfair. He should be panting too, utterly ruined by a single kiss. There’s no justice in the world.

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.