Novel & Cerita Royal Silk Kiss

I exclaim and struggle out of his arms. “I, Saphira Kingston from the Silver Moon pack, reject…”. Even before I finish, he presses his lips to mine. It's like a huge electrical explosion in my body. I grab on to him, my hands go around his neck by themselves. I return his kiss with all the passion in me, like a thirsty man at the last bottle of water...

"So I have the rights to take control over the kiss" I blink and my body froze. "W-What?!" "You read the contract so you must aware with the footnote 'every night' darling" My lips parted in disbelief realizing what he said. The footnote 'every night' means 'before midnight' and it's already passed midnight. What the hell?! "Do you remember it now?" I felt him smirk. "Yeah..." my voice drop. "Good. But first thing first, Little. I think I need to give you a short demonstration what a real kiss is really like"

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

It wasn’t long before sleep took me to dream land. I awoke to Willix’s kiss a few hours later and we showered and dressed ourselves to greet the king and queen. I wore a red silk shirt and black slacks with black loafers for comfort. Willix wore black jeans and an orange button up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He also wore his black socks and black boots. He tied his blonde and orange hair back out of his face and man oh man he looked sexy like a model out of a magazine. “ Do you like what you see baby?” He said with a smirk on his face. “ Always my treasure always.” I replied as I walked to the door to head downstairs. “ Oh no you don’t baby. I’m not letting you walk down

I looked into his blue windows of the soul, and knew that he was being completely genuine. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. As my tongue darted into his mouth, I could taste the coconut liquor on his lips, and I drank him in. He returned the kiss eagerly, wrapping his hands around my back and bringing me in closer. I pulled him into me, his skin smooth on my fingers. We broke from the kiss and I marveled at his huge pecs and abs, eying him hungrily. I knew he was looking at me the same way, and it turned me on.

A full kiss was like being struck my lightning. He chuckled, nuzzling my inner thigh and tightening his grip on my hips. He did it again and I moaned into the night. His lips applied pressure while his teeth and tongue worked magic. I had never had anything this wonderful in my life. He coaxed me gently to the edge of what I could take. “Aiden,” I whimpered as I started to shake. At his name, he slid one finger inside of me, sliding in on my excitement. With a flick of his tongue and finger in unison, he turned my whimper into a full moan, shooting me into pure bliss.

But the silk clung to her, his hand burned on her skin, and the memory of his kiss at dinner still lingered, sweet and cruel. Silence. His smile deepened. “Lesson three,” he whispered against her lips. “Your silence is consent.” Then his mouth claimed hers. The kiss was searing, bruising, devouring. She tried to resist, tried to push away, but the silk slid against her skin, her body betraying her as it pressed into his. His tongue parted her lips, demanding, conquering. A moan slipped out—raw, helpless, humiliating. He swallowed it whole. By the time he pulled back, she was shaking, chest heaving, lips swollen. His thumb brushed her lower lip, wet from his kiss.

I say excitedly. With a grand smile on his face, he wraps one arm around my waist and holds the back of my head with his other hand as he presses his lips against mine. His lips start off kissing me firmly and possessively but slowly ease off, turning into something tender. I return his kiss, my lips following his lead as my entire body begins to tingle. Silas has never kissed me like this before. Our kisses are always forceful and primal; the collision of two dominant forces giving in to carnal desire. I love those kisses. I love the need they ignite inside me and the way they consume my body. But this… I’ve never been kissed like this.

A wet kiss landed on my throat, soon trailing down to my chest. Unable to see Claire's expression, I could only feel her warmth against me and the slight pain left by her teeth grazing my skin. God, my erection was about to explode. "Let me see your eyes, darling." "At your command, my prince." Due to desire, my voice became hoarse. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but at this moment, Claire's voice lost its usual sweetness, becoming particularly ambiguous. She grabbed my hand, slowly lifting her beautiful face, then, under my gaze, she stuck out her tongue, licking my index finger, the one adorned with the golden ring symbolizing royalty.

I wished I could explain my intentions. The Chairman sighed and walked back to sit in his comfortable chair. “Tell me about your curse,” he smirked leaning back in his chair like he wanted me to amuse him with my story. I clenched my teeth, but figured that it might be the only way to get to those archives. “It's called a kissing spell. It runs in my family. The one that I kiss first becomes my one and only, and I become his.” “So… how did you kiss my Grandson?” he snickered maliciously.