Moonshine Kiss Novels & Stories

“I already told you to leave me the f—” I silenced her with a kiss. Not gentle, not coaxing, but a raw, possessive claiming. A kiss that left no room for argument. Her tears mingled with the taste of whiskey, a strange, heady cocktail that ignited something primal within me. But beneath those sharper notes, I found her, a sweetness that was purely hers, a taste of us, raw and untamed.

I leaned down, pressing my lips hard against his, tasting the faint salt of his skin and the lingering heat of his breath. Klaus groaned into my mouth, his arms wrapping tightly around my back, lifting my torso off his chest as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid past my lips with a dark, demanding hunger that instantly set my blood on fire. For three days in the mountain cabin, we had been driven by terror, adrenaline, and the suffocating shadow of death. But here, in this quiet, damp motel room across the border, the kiss was different. It wasn't a desperate farewell before a battle; it was a dark, possessive claiming of a future we had bled to reach.

However, as she leaned in for the kiss, her body was consumed by goosebumps, as Blazes lips felt impossibly soft against her own. His kisses were reminiscent of a gentle summer rain, a fusion of the most exquisite flavors in the cosmos, creating a sensation and taste that was unparalleled and indescribable. Drowning in the moment, she clutches his hair, craving more of him. As Blaze's tongue explores hers, he tastes the lingering alcohol on her breath. Unbeknownst to her, he had been observing her, amazed by her sobriety despite the copious amount of alcohol she had consumed. He breaks the kiss, leaving her yearning for more, breathless and longing.

“I want to remember who we were before the world told us who we had to be.” She leaned in, her lips inches from mine. Sloane was a masterpiece of high-society grace and hidden fire, and in the dim light of the den, she looked like a haven. She pressed her mouth to mine—a kiss that tasted of scotch and old promises. It was slow, practiced, and then suddenly desperate.

Fuck any amount of money he has; this kiss is worth more than a million dollars. A sexual shiver runs down my spine as I allow myself to press harder against his warm and inviting body. My desires have now turned into reality as the lemon taste slides across my tongue creating a magical and very sensual moment. He gently slides his fingers into the band of my jeans, lightly sliding them against the lowest part of my back and the top part of my ass.

Sabrina asked so suddenly and drank a shot of her drink, smiling in a flirty way at me, and I chuckled, couldn't believe she was still trying to play games with me. "Well, yeah, you should be grateful, you are the luckiest woman in the world cause you are the only one who made me kiss a girl," I asked and her face suddenly painted a confused look, making me think what she was thinking that she was staring at me like that. "Made you kiss a girl? Don't tell me you are gay? Oh-My-Gosh, you kissed me like a pro so you're good because you're actually into men, and what you mean by I made you kiss a girl because you actually kiss men not women?" she said in hurry, she seemed couldn't believe that

“Mm. Chocolate mocha. My favorite.” As I take another sip again, I close my eyes for a split second, till I hear a noise outside the window. Then I see a flash and hear a crash. Watching as broken glass shards fly across the room, I see something else being thrown inside too. A Molotov cocktail flies in and catches the curtains on fire across the room.

I had done a short research on my last challenge and was going to try and win his kiss tonight. His name was Noah Miller. They called him too pure, a romantic who will not kiss without having feelings for the girl. Well, I wasn’t in a mood to do this, but I just wanted to be done with those dates. I loved my fans and I kind of owed them one last story. It was a bittersweet feeling.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

"This isn't enough to get you drunk, but it will take the edge off." "What is this?" I ask, eyeing the glass. What if it's wolfsbane and he's trying to poison me so he can have his way with me? I was taught not to trust anyone outside of our pack, and I wasn't going to start with this guy. "Whiskey." He chuckles lightly. "I'm not trying to poison you, Princess." He takes a swig from the flask and holds his hands up defensively. "See, I'm not dead."