Royal Silk Kiss Novels & Stories

On her wrist were arrays of purple stones. Jilal leaned over her ear and whispered a language so ancient to her ear but it did send tingles all over her body. "My beautiful bride," Jilal breathe her scent while she saw her eyes slowly turning of the same color as his. She had no idea why she let him kissed her fervently, pulling her closer and closer to his as if intoxicating her with his love. And she shivered upon his forcing the entrance of his tongue to meet her own that she groaned. It made him cradled her jaw gently with his palm, guiding her, teaching her how a Mars' king would kissed his bride. She felt her bracelet urging her to respond and she did. She did so superbly which made J

His kisses traveled down my neck, his lips pressing against my skin with a hungry intensity that made me gasp. Rion’s hands deftly undid the zipper of my dress, his touch making my heart pound. The fabric slipped from my shoulders, and he tossed it aside, leaving me exposed and eager. He took his time, his lips and hands exploring every inch of my bare skin. Each touch was a tantalizing promise, every kiss a brush of flame against my sensitive flesh.

She deliberately teased the king. "Don't sigh now. You're driving me crazy." The king whispered again. "Why not now, Your Majesty? I see you are already hot. Katty brought her face closer and then stuck out her tongue and licked the king's lips. The king closed his eyes. The king's hand began to slowly crawl around Katty's neck and then slowly fell to her chest. "Honey, take off your dress," asked the king. "As you wish, Your Majesty." Katty answered as she took off her dress. The king's eyes did not blink looking at Katty's body which was not covered by anything. "You are so perfect dear. This beauty that makes me sleepless and always imagined. Lie down dear," said the king. Katty climbed o

I lost myself in his kiss. “You’ll get the only copy,” he whispered. “This is ours and ours alone. No one can ever take this from us. This is our secret, one only we share.” His breath tickled my ear and made a heat surge between my thighs. I wondered how he could make my body react so quickly without even trying. His chest was strong beneath me and I could feel something hardening against my hip. I couldn’t wait to get him back to the hotel room. “We should head back and start our honeymoon,” I whispered, pushing my hips against his. His hand tightened on my back and I wished I could have him right there on the sand.

The veil offers a tantalizing glimpse of her face, its delicate silk fabric adorned with intricate baroque embroidery that matches the regal blue of her dress. My gaze lingers on her creamy shoulders, and anticipation builds within me for tonight. We exchange vows and rings, and when the officiant says, "You may kiss the bride," I move swiftly, having anticipated this moment all day. With one sweeping motion, I unveil Hermione's face and capture her lips in mine. Our kiss is intense, a silent communication of our desires and the fiery passion that awaits us tonight. Applause erupts behind us as we kiss deeply, our lips moving in perfect sync.

Angel asked and Royal smiled. "Hey doll,your mom is right inside her room" He said lightly. "I know" Angel whispers and Royal moved closer to her,he placed a light kiss on her lips. He tried moving away but Angel held him back and deepened the kiss. Royal kissed her back,both sucking on their tongues wetly,Angel's towel fell off her chest and almost dropped on the floor but Royal held it before it could fall,he didn't break the kiss neither did he try to look at her.

I absolutely, unapologetically melted. My hands curled into his shirt, his hands pulled me close, and somewhere in the suite, I swear I heard Mr. Yellow gag dramatically behind a pillow. But neither of us cared. Because this kiss wasn’t just romance. It was a claim. A promise. A sizzling, toe-curling royal seal of vengeance, power, and love. And when we finally pulled apart, slightly breathless, I whispered— “Well… that was better than decapitation.” Edric smirked.

I parted my lips to respond, to explain but His Majesty leans down at that moment and kisses my lips, making sure it’s heard loud and clear. “You look tired. Maybe I was a little rough… Do you want me to make it up to you?” Kade King whispers, low and smooth, before kissing my lips again, this time even more gently. And Just like that, he takes the cellphone from me, without disconnecting, then comes down on the bed beside me, kissing me so tenderly I can only surrender. I want to pick the phone and assure Royce that I’m fine, but I can’t lift more than a finger to caress His Majesty. I moan for him, just like he wants.

Kaimara traced her manicured fingers behind his neck, and tugged fervently at his shirt, shamelessly begging to be kissed back. " Royalty, Kiss me back. " She thundered against his ears, and recklessly pushed him onto the bed. Royalty slumped on to the plush material with a soft thud. A cold sigh escaped his lips, accompanied by a bored, and disgusted frown. Royalty was clearly very unimpressed. Pursing his lips into a straight line, he picked himself up and sat across the dashboard of the plushy big bed. He palmed his knees, and narrowed a suspicious glance at every movement Kaimara made.

On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Artic parrayas in the case of the North) and chocolates. “Kokuhaku… my God.” Aki blushed and covered her mouth because she didn’t want to smile in embarrassment and unintentionally offend Sasha. Temujin also squirmed where he sat because he had never experienced making a romantic proposal, obviously because there were very few opportunities in the mines. He could only imagine how nervous Sasha must’ve felt putting his ego in the line like that, vulnerable to being crushed by a rejection. “Exactly,” Sasha said, guessing what the other two were thinking. “I also had to learn how to make honmei choco.”