Midnight's Kiss Novels & Stories

It wasn’t just words—it was his soul, exposed and trembling, hoping that maybe, just maybe, I’d reach out and hold it close. I looked up at him, wanting to speak, to say something, anything, but before I could form the words, he pulled me close, his lips crashing onto mine in a desperate, hungry kiss. His arms wrapped around me tightly, as if he were afraid I might slip away. And I didn’t push him off—I didn’t want to. His kiss ignited a flame deep inside me, a flame I’d thought had faded long ago. The familiar scent of sandalwood surrounded me, drawing me in, intoxicating me. I wanted to hold back, to resist the pull, but Midnight was already there, responding instinctively, feeding the con

The moment the heavy wooden door clicked shut, the restraint broke. Mateo grabbed my waist and pressed me hard against the door. His mouth found mine in the dark. The kiss was fierce, desperate, and filled with a hunger that made my knees weak. Our masks stayed firmly on, covering our eyes and the bridge of our noses, but our lips crashed together with a raw intensity. He tasted like expensive whiskey and tobacco. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my silver chains clinking loudly against the wood of the door.

The drive was a blur of city lights and whispered promises of escape, each moment carrying them further away from the complications left behind. At the nightclub, the bass of the music vibrated through the floor, merging with the sound of laughter and clinking glasses. Jason and Rosa found a small corner away from the most crowded parts of the dance floor, a quiet refuge in the midst of chaos. Here, under the pulsating lights and in the midst of swirling bodies, they found a brief moment of connection. In the heat of the night, as the music took hold and the stress of the past faded into the background, their lips met in a passionate kiss. It was a moment of raw, unguarded emotion—a kiss tha

As soon as he's out the door, her hell begins. "Do I look nice, hon?" Klarisse gave a little twirl as Kendra looks at her. She had her hair done for today, made sure to wear the right amount of perfume and make up to accentuate her already beautiful face. She wears that LV dress she bought the other day, feeling the need to a dress up for her husband's homecoming. He has been away for two months now for a business trip in Hongkong. And she terribly missed him, she will make sure that he won't let her go after tonight's dinner.

The room was dim, only moonlight spilling through tall windows, illuminating the lust in his eyes. He took her there, between first editions and vintage leather-bound tomes, her moans swallowed by his mouth. Afterward, she collapsed onto the reading couch, legs trembling. “I can’t keep doing this,” she whispered. “You will.” He kissed her neck like a promise. . . . The garden was the next mistake. He met her there just after midnight, while she was trimming the moonflowers like a good little housekeeper. He came up behind her, wrapped her hair around his fist, and kissed her so hard her knees buckled.

I whisper against his lips. He kisses me. His lips crash into mine with a hunger that steals the breath from my lungs, the taste of tonight's dessert lingers on his tongue as our mouths open and deepen the kiss. The laughter between us and Sinister becomes a distant murmur against the pounding of my heart, while the warm glow of the fireplace bathes our skin in flickering amber light.

she mumbled in a daze. “Yeah. Beautiful,” Zev muttered. He caught her attention when he held her chin to face him. “Your light is blinding… You’re beautiful,” he added while looking at her intently. Layla couldn’t say a word. She watched him and waited for his lips to touch hers. She heard loud drums being played in the background, although she knew it could be just her stupid heartbeat that wouldn’t stop pounding. The beats got louder as they kissed deeper. In the middle of the night, somewhere in the forest, Layla found a treasure she thought didn’t exist. It was not a huge bar of gold or a shiny piece of a diamond but a paradise where Zev brought her into. A place that only belonged to bo

I said biting my lower lip and trying to hide the innocence in my voice. Kent seemed shocked as I moved onto the bed over top of him and let my hands roam underneath his shirt as my lips eagerly met his. This was all so knew to both of us, but Leah was right. My body was directing me as I let my mind slip further away with each blissful kiss. With in no time, I had Kent down to just his boxers with no plans of stopping there. Trailing kisses across his chest, I lowered myself down his body indulging in each gasps and groan he released. Slowly I removed his finally covering leaving him bear in front of me with his manhood standing erect. I had never seen a naked man in person but I was certa

Every fear and need and desperate hope we’d both been carrying crashed together in that kiss. My hands slid into her hair. Angled her head to deepen the kiss. She made a small sound that went straight through me. I backed her against the wall and pressed her between the solid surface and my body. She gasped against my mouth and I took advantage, sweeping my tongue past her lips. The first taste of her almost made my knees buckle. I groaned and pulled her even closer if that was possible. Kane was going crazy in my mind, urging me to seal the bond and mark her right now. The more he spoke, the less control I had. My hands shook with the effort of keeping my claws sheathed and not marking her

Midnight gray, and soft as sin, with a stitched silver wolf emblem on the back. “Jay...” His voice dipped. “It’s not a big deal,” I said quickly, shrugging like I wasn’t nervous. “You got hundreds for me, this is small…” He grabbed my chin and kissed me, cutting me off. One hand curled gently under my chin with gentle dominance, tilting my face up, the other slid behind my neck, his fingers threading through my hair as he pulled me forward. His lips pressed into mine like a silent command. My breath hitched, and my body responded instantly, my heart thundering, as my fingers fisted into the front of his shirt. I melted into him without hesitation, chasing the heat of his mouth.