Mal And Ben Kiss Novels & Stories

Dedicated to @yu-tanit. "By the power invested in me," the minister began as he looked at the couple standing before him and all the people whom had come to witness and celebrate this day with them, "I announce you man and wife," he smiled at them, "you may now kiss the bride." Everyone got on their feet to cheer them. "Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her..." everybody cheered bringing Chris back to reality. This was it. He was finished as long as he lived. During the whole wedding, all he did was to zone in and out and most of the time he zoned out.

Ace looked up at me, his expression a volatile mix of confusion and anger as I forced myself to say it, "He—kissed me." The word hung in the air, and I braced for his reaction. “What?!” he exploded, and I realized I had underestimated the storm brewing within him; he seemed ready to blow steam from his ears. "Who did?" His eyes locked onto mine, demanding the name with a ferocity that made my heart race. "Malik did, but I bit him—twice, on the finger and the tongue," I rushed out, desperate to alleviate his anger. "Calm down, Bonita. I'm not mad at you," he assured me, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me as he continued to untie me.

Gabrielle could not escape the man's hold. He not only had his hand behind her neck, but he embraced her tight with his other arm. His lips crashed into hers and while in front of her colleagues, two board members, and the president of the BNC Media, Kyle kissed her without misgiving. She could feel his tongue asking for admittance, and at the simple taste of his flavor, Gabrielle gave in, parting her mouth. They kissed for not just one, but in three full seconds!

"Is this you? Thought you were dead?" He didn't look in the least pleased. Ben had his dick buried in the insides of Malia and had plans to fuck her all through the night till the very next day when she wouldn't be able to move an inch from her side of the bed. Only for his sleep to be disrupted by the arrival of Damon, informing him about the person who had come in from the night howlers pack.

Then he looked away. “Not bad, for a fresh face,” someone said next to me. I turned and saw a vampire with slick hair and a smug smile. “You don’t look like the others. What’s your name?” I stayed calm. “Medor Thornwell,” I said in the fake accent I’d practiced. “And you?” “Marcus Voss,” he replied. “Third son of the Voss line. Never heard of your family.” “You wouldn’t have,” I said with a shrug. “We keep to ourselves. Quiet part of the west.”

I started. "It'll wash up on shore," he said, then leaned down and kissed me. I quickly lost myself to the kiss, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. His hands went to my sides, pulling me in closer. As we stood there, kissing, another wave crashed against Dean's back. My feet lost their grip on the ocean floor, but Dean stayed steady. I wrapped my legs around his hips. He was a rock that I could cling to, and as another wave hit us, I found myself gripping him even tighter.

“How could we just—we’re friends, we can't just—” “Let me say that again,” Malik interrupted, his voice dropping into a commanding purr that completely silenced my rambling. His eyes darkened, his grip tightening just a fraction on my jaw. “I’m going to kiss you, Nathaniel. Do you want me to?” “I—” “I’ll take that as a yes,” Malik whispered. Before I could even draw in a breath to protest, he leaned down and slammed his mouth onto mine. WHAT THE FUCK?? The thought screamed through my brain, but it was immediately drowned out by the sheer, devastating force of his lips.

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

He pressed a kiss on my forehead. "We need to wait three minutes." I said as I leaned into his embrace. "The longest three minutes of my life." Ben replied as I hit his chest playfully. "I can make it go faster." I laughed as I leaned up and kissed him. He kissed me back, our tongues swirling together. I could taste the vanilla ice cream on his tongue as he held me firm against him. The kiss was passionate but gentle, and we were both satisfied just being close and kissing. Since I started going out with Ben and then knew he was my mate, I must have spent hours kissing him. I could feel the mate tingles from where Ben's fingers touched the bare skin of my hip. We kept kissing me before he mo