Siren Kisses Novels & Stories

The muscles in my stomach ached, and he donned the brightest smile I'd ever seen. Laid out flat on my back, he hovered over me. The smile instantly disappeared, and he stopped tickling me, realizing the position we were in. Even fully clothed, it was erotic. He hardened between my legs as he moved to his forearms to take his weight from me. Separately, each hand brushed the hair from my eyes that had tangled and twisted across my face during the frenzy. Our eyes met-there was no denying the love staring back at me as though it were a living, breathing thing. I could have stayed like that forever-lost in him. Hesitantly, he leaned into me, a gentle peck on the lips, then down my jaw to my ear

Darian lightly bit Fahira's lips to gain access to explore within. "Respond, my dear!" Darian whispered in the midst of their kisses. With closed eyes, Fahira began to respond to Darian's kisses. Following her instincts, Fahira followed the movements of Darian's lips with a racing heart. This was Fahira's first kiss with her boss. Fahira's hesitant and rigid kiss made Darian's passionate kissing even more intense.

Likewise, I know if he would kiss me again, I'll be stripping off this nonsense denial I have and would just let him swallow me up. I never imagined there will be a man who has an enigmatic aura like him. And I, Siren Mendez, who has never been kissed and touched, just let this ordinary guy do what he wants to do with me. And the terrible things is, I'm into his touches and kisses. It feels like all of my inhibitions are all made for him. As if that all of my first just belong to him and to him only.

Leo had sent me to sensory heaven two times in the space of a single shower. He held his body against mine, slowing his pace to a stop. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed me, teasing me with his lips. I brought my hand up to his face, smiling contentedly as we kissed. My fingers danced down his shoulders, making their way down across his biceps. His skin was slick with moisture, causing my hands to slide easily along.

"Just like her mother. Just like us." I turned my head and kissed him again, slower this time, lingering in the warmth of it. He kissed me back with aching tenderness, a silent dialogue of love that transcended words. When I pulled away, Ranon was already leaning in for his own. His lips were soft, his kiss deeper, more possessive, laced with primal heat and unwavering devotion. Alaric's kiss came last—confident, slow, and full of the silent reverence that always left my heart trembling, a quiet anchor to our shared reality.

Killian murmured against her skin. His hand slid beneath the silk of her dress, finding the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Sienna closed her eyes, feeling a surge of desire far more potent than anything Dominic had ever ignited. Killian knew exactly where to touch, how to apply pressure, and when to leave a sharp bite that made her lose all sense of reality.

she whispers, her voice both teasing and serious. He chuckles softly, aware that the alcohol is speaking for her, but he plays along. “Do you want to kiss them?” he teases, inching back slightly to see her reaction. Sienna doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.” She reaches for him, and before he can react, her lips are on his. She kisses him with an urgency he’s never felt from her before, her hands tangling in his hair as her body presses against his. Her lips are soft and warm, her kiss deepening as her tongue grazes his, and he feels himself losing control, swept up in her boldness.

“You, however, answered immediately. Why?” I clenched my fists. “Because I thought you were her.” Her face softened, just a touch. “Grief is a powerful tether. It makes fools of gods and monsters alike. I wonder who will grief you when the time comes.” Then her hand rose. “I can grant you safe passage. But nothing here is free.” “What do you want?” I asked. The siren stepped closer. “A kiss. Just one.” I blinked. “…a kiss?” She smiled. “Yes a kiss. Not the normal kind of kiss. A kiss that gives a piece of your soul.”

I replied as I throw death glares over him. "You’re really reckless, Aizhyrra. Who the hell in this world will fucking sign the fucking contract without fucking reading it?" he asked with his dangerous voice. “Excuse me? I am not reckless! You’re just manipulative! I can’t believe that you tricked me into this just because I kissed you. I regret doing it!” I rolled my eyes on him. Trizhor smirked devilishly again. “Oh baby, believe me, I love to kiss you all over again.”

“I only purr for you, little mate.” I smile and bend myself, wanting to kiss Sienna, but she places a hand on my mouth. I blink down at her, confused by her refusal. She just made me come very fast with her hand, and now she doesn’t want affection? I am…very confused. She sighs. “No kisses, Korrin.” I lift my eyebrows and speak under her palm. “Why not?” She doesn’t miss a beat. “Because we are only pleasure mates and kissing is for lovers. So there is where I draw the line.”