Masquerade Kiss Novels & Stories

She replied and, like a mother, she held my hand and pulled me to the corner where a man sells vagina masks. “Need pretty masks for the party, I got the best”. The man was American, I could tell that from his accent. “Give us two”. Laura said. The man selected two masks from the pile of masks on his table. “Have this”. He handed the masks to Laura. “Three cents”. Laura took the masks from him and dropped a dollar bill on the man’s desk. “Here is three cents and a tip”. She turned to me and handed one of the masks to me. “Have your mask, Betty”.

A low growl rumbled from within him and it flowed into my mouth as our tongues remained dancing with each other’s savoring the delicacy of each other’s taste. Then I felt his head of his cock slide between my fold as it glided down my dripping wet clit to my entrance where it stopped and Alpha Chance pulled from the kiss and looked into my eyes and whispered to me in a husky breathless whisper, “This may be uncomfortable for a minute but I promise you I will be gentle with you.”

This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life. Gabe gently pulled away, just long enough to look at me with those glowing green eyes. Then he leaned in again. Our lips parted this time and the kiss became more passionate, with our tongues delicately dancing. My hands drifted up his back. I could feel the definition of his muscles, even over his shirt, and it turned me on even more. I wanted to feel his naked skin, his firm body, all of him and all at once. This is what I've wanted for so long, I thought. And I want so much more.

A celebrity or something? "Try this on." "No. It's tacky." "Ta-tacky? Do you know how much it costs?!" I said through gritted teeth and his expressionless look only irritated me even more. "Wear this while I am being nice. Do you really want me to reveal that Draven Cruz is out on a date with his ex mistress?" I saw him flinch slightly before he plastered on a fake smile, grabbing the long sleeved shirt from my hands and getting into change. He came out wearing it and I gasped in fake surprise. Draven rolled his eyes and went back in as I chuckled.

"Then why is your heart pounding like this when I touch you, Rose?" He leans down, letting his nose brush against the sensitive skin of my neck. He inhales my scent deeply, as if I were the oxygen he needs to survive. His warm lips then move, placing soft kisses along my jawline to the corner of my mouth. A primitive, chest-tightening passion suddenly explodes. Here I am, newly heartbroken, yet feeling an intense thirst for the touch of this stranger. "Xavier..." I murmur unconsciously. Hearing his name, he no longer holds back. He captures my lips in a deep, demanding kiss. This isn't a gentle kiss; it's the claim of an Alpha. His large hands creep to my waist, pulling my body until I'm sea

Beside it lay a mask—a plain, featureless white porcelain half-mask that covered the eyes and nose, devoid of glitter, feathers, or expression. "It looks like a shroud," Aria whispered, picking up the heavy velvet. "It’s a Domino," Cassandra corrected, applying a layer of gold shimmer to her collarbones. "Very Venetian. Very mysterious. And most importantly, it blends in with the drapes." She turned from the mirror, her eyes critical and cold. "Tonight is my twenty-ninth birthday, Aria. It is a Masquerade. The theme is 'Gilded Age Decadence.' I am the Queen. Damian is the King. And you..." She gestured vaguely at the gray heap. "You are the shadow."

he whispers, like a confession he already knows is too late. Mara smiles, trailing a finger down his jaw. “You already have.” And then she kisses him again. Not to forgive. But to claim.

Why does kissing him make the pain in my chest go away? I move my lips to his neck, tasting his skin where his scent is strongest. He shudders against me, and I feel proud that I can make him react like that. "You taste like moonflowers," I murmur against his throat. "Ivan, we can't—" "Yes, we can." I lift my head to look at him. His lips are swollen from kissing, his eyes dark and confused. "We're mated now. This is what mates do." "But you don't want this," he says, and his voice sounds sad.

He gripped my chin pulling me up from the floor "You let go so quickly. I have to reward you" he said "Ah you wanted a kiss." he scoffed "how silly of me to forget but anyway we don't want to leave you with nothing. I’m a gentleman who keeps his word, so here you go" he kissed me on my forehead softly. His lips felt cold, like the kiss of death. I clenched my fists. Sadistic Bastard!!

Kris retorted. They continued staring at each other. Even a blind man could see the tension thrumming through the air, and Karen wasn’t blind. She gritted her teeth, not liking their eye contact one bit. She quickly wrapped her arms around Kris’s waist. “Honey, there’s no need to be rude." She kissed him on the cheek, but to her surprise, he turned his head and kissed her lips for a few seconds. Once he broke the kiss, Kris turned back towards the masked woman, scanning her. If she was truly who he thought she was, then there should be a reaction. However, he couldn't even see the expression on her face due to the mask she was wearing.