Mikasa Eren Kiss Novels & Stories

His face wasn't far from mine. “Now what—” The massive screen flickered overhead with pink hearts surrounding the words. KISS CAM. The words flashed in bold letters, fireworks exploding around them as the crowd roared with anticipation. The camera swept through the stands, landing on laughing couples who kissed dramatically, feeding off the attention. Then it stopped. On us. Cameron and I? My face filled the screen. Gasps erupted around us and I was as shocked as they were. “Oh my God,” I whispered, panic flooding my chest. I could feel Eren's intense gaze burning at me all over from the field.

It had to be a dream. The intensity of the kiss increased in intensity from tender to insistent. Heat and passion erupted from our lips. Logan's hands went again to the skin on my back like he couldn't get enough of it. His every movement made me hotter. I wanted him so badly I could barely think. His mouth was firm and hungry, his tongue caressing mine like he couldn't get enough of my taste.

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.

I didn't know if he could get more wonderful. Bastian turned and kissed me, claiming me as his own in front of everyone present. I thrilled, not caring that flashes were going off all over the place. He was mine as much as I was his. He slowly released me to the sound of applause. I turned to see Leo and Gabe clapping enthusiastically. Bastian flushed slightly, but not near as much as I did. I turned bright red all the way down to my toes. Bastian on the other hand, seemed to swell with pride.

The warlord’s hands slowly moving up his sides, the thumbs brushing his nipples before settling on his cheeks. The Maudian’s thumb gently caressed his cheekbones, like they were made of porcelain. It felt so good that he made a small noise in the back of his throat. Alarick’s lips pressed harder against his, taking his breath away. His lips took Erriene’s lower lip and nipped at it with his teeth before diving back in to kiss him again. Erriene’s stomach did a low, hard flip as the kiss changed. Alarick’s mouth moved hungrily over his, getting more unrestrained.

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

And on the remaining functional display, a single message appeared. Not from Katya. From someone else entirely. The message read: "Isabelle, it's time to stop pretending you're on their side. It's time to stop lying to Anastasia and Victoria. It's time to acknowledge what you actually are. You're not their ally. You're mine. And you have exactly one hour to choose which side you're actually committed to before I activate Protocol Seven and burn everything below Prague to the ground." The signature was simple. "—Mikhail Volkova. Your actual employer."

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

Eric opened his arms and cupped Cassandra's face. Cassandra gasped and was confused by Eric's words. "What do you mean Emm..." Cassandra was silent because Eric suddenly kissed her on the lips. The kiss was so gentle but demanding. Cassandra closed her eyes, welcomed Eric's kiss, and then returned it. The two of them exchanged saliva with their tongues entangled with each other. "I'm addicted to your sweet lips, Casey." Eric chuckled as he wiped the traces of his saliva off Cassandra's lips using his thumb. Cassandra blushed. Actually, it's the same. She now really liked the lip kiss that Eric gave her.

“What was that?” MJ asked. “It’s called a French kiss.” Erik said. “Well, I’m not French.” MJ replied. “No, they just call it that. It’s next level kissing. You’ll come to love it.” Erik laughed. She didn’t think so. It was gross. “I have to go.” MJ said. “Don’t be such a prude.” Erik retorted. “I’m not. Marty is waiting.” MJ replied. “Fine.” Erik responded. MJ turned to see Jared and Marty looking at her with scowls on their faces. Her face turned red and she turned back towards Erik.