Pokemon Ash Misty Kiss Novels & Stories

“I'll be right there.” “Okay,” he murmured into my hair, kissing me before heading toward the bathroom. I raised my eyes from the screen to watch his muscled ass as he walked. I bit my bottom lip and made a little noise of appreciation when he leaned over to turn on the shower. He must have heard me, because he turned and winked at me before stepping into the spray of water. I was sad when he closed the glass door, blurring my view of water sluicing down his body.

They went through all of that together. If Misty’s issues stem from her overactive powers, that’s an easy fix. She just needs training so her powers igniting doesn’t pull her pack into her memories of the war. “I brought you some dinner,” Cole says to Misty, who has already turned around, her back to us. “Is your head feeling better?” she asks. He nods, and I slowly start backing toward the door, but then he says, “The healer gave me a tonic. It helped.”

I moan unable to hold myself back, kissing him back his hands moving to my waist and mine to his neck. Our tongues were at battle, till we were both short of breath, we broke apart. My eyes were shut unable to meet with his, I felt his hands rubbing on my cheek. “You’re playing with fire,” he says, “I don’t think you got my message the last time Mrs. Mickleson” he adds up rubbing his thumb on my lower lip. A lone tear slipped as my eyes came apart. I feel his other hand slipping into my jeans making me gasp. He smirked.

Misty gasped, her voice strained as she neared the end. "Not so fast, my wild wolf," Dimitry's canines emerged, and in a swift motion, he marked Misty, infusing her with new life. Misty's piercing screams reverberated through the environment, followed by a desperate cry from Sybil. "No!" Sybil yelled, her voice echoing with disbelief. To everyone's amazement, Misty's wounds miraculously healed, aided by the new bond gifted by her mate along with Aurum's power. "Mark him," Hazel murmured urgently. Misty wasted no time; she swiftly sank her teeth into Dimitry's shoulder, sealing their mate bond.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.