Silhouette Kissing Novels & Stories

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.

I said, a cold, unyielding certainty settling deep into my marrow. Silas let out a low, rough rumble of approval, his grip on my waist tightening further before he suddenly pulled me into a deep, bruising kiss. It was a chaotic, desperate clash of teeth and shared shadow, a silent vow between two monsters who knew the morning would bring an absolute bloodbath. The liquid obsidian in my veins surged in response to his predatory heat, the star-silver on my arm flaring a majestic, blinding violet that illuminated the entire subterranean forge.

He squeezed possessively. Lila tilted her face upward. Marcus smiled down at her, his eyes dark with lust, and leaned in. Their lips met in a soft kiss that quickly turned hungry. She felt tiny and protected in his powerful arms as their tongues danced, tasting each other deeply. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest. The kiss grew urgent, wet, and desperate. Soft whimpers escaped her throat as she pressed her full breasts against him, her hard nipples dragging across his skin.

“Then stop imagining.” Silvia cupped Mila’s face gently and kissed her , slow, exploratory, savoring. Their lips moved together softly at first, learning each other. Then the kiss deepened. Tongues brushed, retreated, and met again in a sensual dance. Mila’s hands slid up Silvia’s arms, feeling the smooth fabric of her jacket before slipping beneath it to rest on her waist. Silvia sighed softly into the kiss, pressing closer. She tasted faintly of mint and the coffee she’d sipped earlier. The kiss grew hungrier, wetter, but they kept their moans swallowed, turning them into shared, quiet breaths.

He looked back up and I noticed his eyes were the perfect reflection of lust and were so dark you could mistake them for black. He wasted no time when he crushed his lips to mine and pulled me even closer as he deepened the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and run my hand from the base of his neck moving upwards. I felt him shiver and then groan as he moved me even closer. I tilted my head back when I needed some air which allowed him to nibble on my neck and his other hand to go exploring just like at the picnic. "Cole." I whispered.

Even till date, she hated him so much. "Jia," Silvio called, his voice pulling her back. She met his gaze and before she could speak, he claimed her lips. The kiss wasn't gentle- it was hungry and possessive, starting with her bottom lip before his tongue met hers in a desperate search. Jia's fingers dug into his shirt, holding on for dear life as she closed her eyes and answered him with a kiss just as fierce. Their tongues danced together, a messy, beautiful exploration that sent a jolt of pure heat through her.

he said after sharing an intense kiss. “I love you too, Silas," she replied. The two stood in a quiet corner of the Silver Moon Pack’s alpha’s office, their lips still lingering after another long and deep kiss. For that brief moment, the weight of their responsibilities seemed to fade away, and they found solace in each other's embrace. The intensity of their connection momentarily eclipsed the worries that had been plaguing them.

Instead, I reached out to wipe away her fresh tears, but she froze at my touch. *** Elena - POV "Elena," his husky voice uttered my name, enchanting me. Silas slowly stroked my cheeks as I leaned in. I kissed his soft lips, tasting the hint of whisky. Our lips brushed with hunger, the scent of Silas engulfing my senses, his kiss enveloping me in the warmth I craved the most. I had never experienced such an intense kiss in my life. Silas broke away to gauge my reaction, but I pulled him in again, our lips desperate for each other. Each stroke of his lips ignited the heat within my body.

A hoarse growl escaped his lips, and I savored the taste of his minty and sweet kiss, a familiar sensation I had experienced before. But now... there was something different. Something that hinted at a profound change. It was as if he wasn't the one kissing me. I was about to remove my blindfold when his hand gently stopped me, urging me to wait. I cleared my throat, ready to question him, but he silenced me with another passionate kiss. His lips caressed mine, eliciting a shiver that coursed through my entire being. The taste of his kiss seemed to search the depths of my soul, captivating me in an instant.

Silas. A shiver runs through me as his lips find my neck, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along my pulse. His touch is gentler than Kaius’s, but no less possessive. One hand skims down my side, tracing the curve of my waist before resting on my hip, fingers flexing as if holding himself back. "I know you’re ready for us," he whispers against my skin, the words sending a delicious tremor through me. Kaius groans in agreement, his mouth latching onto my nipple, sucking just hard enough to make my knees threaten to buckle. Silas tightens his grip, steadying me, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear before he tugs it playfully.