Mal And Evie Kiss Novels & Stories

I was about to kiss him — which was weird in itself — when his eyes shot open and he caught me in the act. My eyes widened while he smirked. He pulled me by my hand and I fell on him. He kissed me wildly and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips. “I guess you needed that,” he whispered. My face turned red and I got up, embarrassed. “Are you blushing, Evie?” His voice was deep, filled with some happiness. I hid my face with both of my hands and then he laughed. “Woah, you look so much more beautiful when you blush.”

Morning light streamed through the tall windows, scattering across Emilia’s room in golden shards. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the untouched breakfast tray a maid had delivered hours earlier. The silver dome covered food she couldn’t bring herself to eat. Her lips still tingled from the night before. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t erase the memory of that kiss—her first real kiss stolen as collateral. Emilia gritted her teeth. It wasn’t romance. It wasn’t affection. It was a chain, wrapped in silk and steel.

I felt him smirk against my lips before he pulled away. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, blinking back the burning tears in my eyes. My gaze scanned the area for any weapon I could bash on his head. “It’s my turn—” taken by surprise, Logan grabbed my face, crushing his lips against mine. Not giving me a moment to catch my breath or anticipate his presence. One second I was busy looking for a weapon, the next I was being crushed into a car and kissed against my will. “Don’t forget, you belong to us, Evie. Welcome to our world,” he whispered the last part into my ear, before stepping out of my space.

He cups my face and leans in before capturing my lips in a quick kiss. “Kissi Kissi.” Evan squeals, bringing a small smile to our faces amidst the pain as Steve rests his forehead on mine. Only our babies have the magical power to make us smile in any situation. I rush towards Evan, and after lifting him in my arms, I kiss every inch of his face. “Mama loves you so much, Evan.” ***

“For the first time after we talked—” “Wait, you visited him already?” she interrupted. “Yeah, was that not obvious?” I questioned. “I thought you were told how bad he was.” “No, I met up with him.” Eva scrutinized me, making me feel uneasy. “What?” I inquired. “You were alone with him?” “And?” “Oh, I don’t know. Two people, grieving, sharing a past… and then suddenly… a kiss.” “Eva, I’m mated and pregnant. You really think that would happen?” I asked, my voice indicating how ridiculous I found that theory.

And right then, while the moon above shone brightly on them, just as midnight struck and fireworks erupted, Eva pulled close to him and captured his lips in a long, hard, passionate kiss. ༺❀༻ THE END! ༺❀༻

“We are right here! We just weren’t sure if you two were more of them.” Briand an Devin both begin walking out from a darkened area. Both look in good shape and neither one of them is injured. “Oh, thank god!” I pleadingly say, rushing to Devin. I open my arms and leap onto him, he catches me in the process. I wrap my arms and legs around him, kissing his face in all different places. I turn my mouth to kiss, pressing my lips against his warm and inviting lips. I pull back, releasing my breath. “Don’t you ever fucking do that again!” I yell and smack my hand against his shoulder. “You two could’ve been dead! We thought you two were dead! Assholes!”

Pulling her closer to him. Evie’s grabbed his broad shoulders, her mind telling her that she could fell on to the floor at any moment, as she melted into the kiss. The pain in her lower abdomen, changed into a tingle knot. She could feel it tickling and itchy at the same time. It was a toe-curling kiss. Alex let her go minutes later, Evie was already panting and sucked the air as much as possible. “Go wash up baby, I’m gonna go for a while.” He said pecking the top of her nose.

Once his lips left hers, he didn’t get a chance for the passion drunk smile to cross his lips fully before her hand connected with his face. “Really?! You have a contract to mate with one of my best friends and you kiss me like that?! Mate or not. You don’t have the right to do that.” Eva broke out of his embrace and stormed off toward the lake house again. “I’m too busy looking for my friend and your mate-to-be.” was all she said as she disappeared up the path.

And then came the moment Evie dreaded—the contractual requirement of the public kiss. ​With a swift, dominant movement, Damon dropped the microphone, turning fully toward her. He placed his hands on either side of her face, his thumbs brushing her cheekbones. His grip was firm, bordering on restrictive, and before she could even process the loss of light, his mouth was on hers. ​This was not the sterile, contractual kiss she had mentally prepared for. It was hot, crushing, and shockingly real.