Royal Silk Kiss Novels & Stories

The man brushed his tongue over his bottom lip in a sensual way as his eyes never left her and she felt the want of his tongue again. He caught her chin and tilted it up to make room for him as he reached and trailed his tongue around her collar bone. She felt goosebumps on her skin as he kept teasing her with small and wet kisses. She bit her lips to stifle a moan because she wanted him to take her right there. Her body was aching in ecstasy but he was just teasing her.

He inhaled sharply as I began to grind up against him. I turned around to face him again. His hand was still in my hair, and I fell into him. He smelled so good, like clean soap and a light, woodsy cologne. My eyes flutter shut as I lifted onto my tiptoes and kissed him. It started light, but quickly became more as kissed me back. We continued to dance on the floor, kissing and swaying to the beat of the music, for a few long minutes. It was heaven. He broke from the kiss. “Have you ever been in a limo?” he whispered into my ear, his hands tightening on my waist. I loved how I felt with him touching me.

His warm and lemony breath brushes across my face, creating this desire inside of me, but I know to hold back…only a kiss. He gently presses his lips against mine. The warmth, increased wetness, and sensual touch of his lips struck the match and lit that wildfire inside of me and I’m not sure how to control it. His hands caress my back and waist as he gently slides his tongue against mine. My shoulders drop, relieving every ounce of tension from me. I’ve been kissed. I’ve been fucked. But I’ve never felt an emotion like this, from one simple kiss in my entire life. Fuck any amount of money he has; this kiss is worth more than a million dollars.

His words trailed off, the heat in his amber-gold eyes speaking volumes. Silver could only nod, her own pulse quickening. The air seemed to thrum around them, charged with the pull of their bond. Kael’s fingers twitched, brushing a strand of silver hair behind her ear, and before she could stop herself, their lips met. The kiss was short, teasing, a spark of heat that sent shivers down her spine. It was possessive, yes, but playful, like testing the boundaries of what was allowed.

The kind that comes out when your body doesn't know whether to cry or run, so it picks the worst possible option instead. The sound cut through the silence like a knife. Elena slapped her hand over her mouth immediately, but it was too late. The laugh was already out there, already floating through the Plaza Hotel ballroom, already landing on the ears of three hundred of New York's most powerful people. And on Alexander Knight himself. He stood completely still, champagne soaking through his white dress shirt, spreading dark and wet across his custom tuxedo jacket. His grey eyes, sharp as cut glass, moved from the stain on his chest to the woman kneeling on the floor in front of him.

The ache was too deep, too raw. Alaric growled against my neck, biting down harder. “That’s it, princess. Stop fighting it.” He lifted his head and claimed my mouth. The kiss was brutally possessive. His lips crushed mine, tongue pushing inside instantly, tasting, and dominating. I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me like he owned me — deep, filthy strokes of his tongue that matched the rhythm of his fingers rubbing my pussy. The taste of whiskey and raw hunger flooded my senses. His silver-streaked hair brushed my cheek. One large hand gripped the back of my neck, holding me exactly where he wanted me while the other worked between my legs.

I do. “You don't hate it when this monster looks at you….”. He whispers into my ear, his breath fanning my lobes seductively. My breath rises and falls aggressively in my chest. “.....you don't hate it at all when he touches you”. His hands come up to the sleeves of my silk robe, peeling them away from my shoulders willingly. They pool to the floor in one soft whoosh and his breath against my bare shoulders awakens my deepest, darkest desires. I'm dressed in only a short, silk lavender nightdress, the straps so thin they could be ripped with a single snap. His breath travels down my ears to my neck and then my shoulders, leaving a trail of goosebumps in it's wake. When he plants a gentle kis

Ash passes me the cocktail and I take a sip. “A new favourite?” He arrogantly asks. “It’s nice, but I prefer a kir royale.” I smirk. “That’s the princess in you.” He jokes. He takes my hand and holds it up near to his lips. “It’s been a pleasure. Perhaps I’ll see you around.” He places the back of my hand to his lips and sensually gives it a gentle kiss. I freeze on the spot as I hear an almighty growl coming from the restaurant door.

It was clear that the boy wanted to be productive. "You can get an education at Virtus Scolaris. I will sponsor your education if you want, but I do not want you because you are qualified to become a royal partner. I want you because you're capable of being my spouse," Sidastir said casually. "How can I possibly qualify for that?" said the boy and frowned. He leaned forward and grabbed the boy's cheek. Sidastir kissed him; they could not help but enjoy the heat that radiated from them. The boy did not move; Sidastir thought that the boy's reaction was pale and wondered if he was as well. He stopped the kiss and leaned back, but the boy only frowned at Sidastir.

She felt her soft body press against his hard one, feeling his warmth and strength. Before she could say a word, he cupped her face with both big hands and kissed her deeply. The kiss stole her breath away. She gasped softly at the sudden closeness, but he only pressed his lips harder against hers, swallowing her tiny gasp. His lips moved slowly but firmly, tasting her, claiming her all over again. Ayla’s hands moved on their own, clutching at the front of his royal robe. Her small fingers twisted the soft fabric as she let herself melt into him.