Royal Silk Kiss Novels & Stories

“Very well. Let’s seal the deal with a kiss.” Prince Troy might as well have been talking to

She had taken a liking to Miya and took her under her wing to help her explore the full strength of her source of energy and how to use it positively. “And now,” the priestess intoned, breaking my train of thought. “For the goodwill of future fortune for our King and our Blessed One. The unmated male and female who stands with them will perform the Kiss Of Prosperity.” I raise my brows, looking at Zion, and he flicks me a wink that gestures. 'You can thank me later.' I shift my gaze to meet Sofias. The pull I feel toward her has me feeling like I am suffocating, and yet she looks utterly shocked and repulsed by the thought of having to kiss me.

As the rich fabric slipped down, exposing her flawless shoulders and collarbones, Kaelus’s breath grew noticeably warmer against her skin. "This will be our first time, Kael." "The first, and for all eternity, my love." Kaelus softly pressed a kiss to her forehead, then down to her closed eyelids, tracing her cheek before finally hovering just a breath away from her crimson lips. He initiated the kiss gently, softly capturing her lips, guiding her to follow his slow, deliberate rhythm. Roselyn let out a soft sigh against his mouth, parting her lips slightly to let him deepen the embrace. As the kiss intensified, Kaelus’s hand slid down to her waist, squeezing gently through the loosened fold

From it, he pulled a length of dark silk, almost liquid in the way it moved. “This,” he said, holding it up, “is the leash of kings. Only those marked may wear it. No lie can pass your lips while bound. No pleasure will ever be as sweet.” She stared. “You're serious.” His voice dropped to a hush. “Say the word, and I’ll tie you with it.” Jolene should’ve hesitated. But her pulse thrummed like a war drum, and her thighs were already wet. “Do it.” He tied her wrists together slowly, reverently. The infernal silk looped around her skin without pressure but radiated heat and a strange pleasure that pulsed in time with her heartbeat.

'Fuck. I pulled down his boxers and kissed his cock, rubbed it against my face and cheek, so soft. I looked up and he was smiling at me. I began to lick it, to make out with it. My mouth was very dry from the salt and I felt like I had a furred tongue. I put his whole cock in my mouth and aimed it toward the back of my throat, gagging, making some more saliva. He moaned and softly tousled my hair with his hands. He got a little firmer but not hard yet and so I had to hold it in my fist. I sucked and jerked gently, but he would not get fully hard. I began to lick his balls. I put them in my mouth. My chin rested on the place where his tail met his skin. The scales were slimy and hard at the s

"Then why is your heart pounding like this when I touch you, Rose?" He leans down, letting his nose brush against the sensitive skin of my neck. He inhales my scent deeply, as if I were the oxygen he needs to survive. His warm lips then move, placing soft kisses along my jawline to the corner of my mouth. A primitive, chest-tightening passion suddenly explodes. Here I am, newly heartbroken, yet feeling an intense thirst for the touch of this stranger. "Xavier..." I murmur unconsciously. Hearing his name, he no longer holds back. He captures my lips in a deep, demanding kiss. This isn't a gentle kiss; it's the claim of an Alpha. His large hands creep to my waist, pulling my body until I'm sea

“Then run. Go pack your shit, get Bram, and go to the airport and fly home, take a bus, or do something but get out of there.” “He kissed me.” She silenced Nyx’s spiel. “He kissed me, and I almost ripped his clothes off.” “It was good?” “Better than any other kiss I’ve ever had. Ever.” “Even the guy from the Magic Mike show I took you to a few years ago?” “Uh, that wasn’t a good kiss. I was drunk and he was looking to get laid and paid.” “It looked hot.” “It wasn’t.” “But this Royal guy can kiss?” “My drawers are still wet and I’m so weak in the knees I’m still sitting on the floor by my bed.”

She gasped, but quickly responded, her arms instinctively wrapping around my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss. “Your Majesty," she moaned, her breath hitching as I pulled her close, wrapping her legs around my waist. My movements were slow, deliberate, as I kissed her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips. She could feel the hard tension of my desire pressing against her, and as she ground against me, a deep growl rumbled from my chest, uncontrollable and raw. "P-please, Your Majesty," she pleaded desperately, but I didn’t give her what she asked for. Instead, I continued to tease her—biting and sucking on her neck, determined to leave my mark on her skin.

seriously princess you are torturing me she pinned me to bed and climbed on me she started kissing me passionately oh no iam loosing all my senses I too started kissing her back I turned her and climbed over her started kissing her dominantly she is enjoying the kiss unknowingly my hands started pressing her waist and breast she moaned in pleasure "rishiii" aww princess I missed my name from your mouth I kissed on her neck and sucked it by biting iam lost in heat she pushed my head deeper to kiss her I came back to my senses and looked at her