Smother You With Kisses Novels & Stories

He leaned down, and his lips crashed against mine in a sudden, violent explosion of dark fury. The kiss was hot, breathless, and completely suffocating. It wasn't gentle; it was a dominant, territorial claim. The intense physical heat radiating from his large body instantly rushed through my veins, completely melting the freezing chill of the room. His mouth tasted like rich soot-leaf tea and pure, wild winter storm. His thumb pressed hard against my jaw, tilting my head back to deepen the kiss, his large fingers tangling into my damp hair.

“Show me everything.” His gaze sharpened, and in one swift motion, he captured my lips in a searing kiss. It was fierce, claiming, like he was pouring every ounce of restraint he had left into it. His hands roamed, exploring every inch of my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I melted into him, my body arching, seeking more of his touch, craving the heat that only he could ignite.

“More… I want more.” His smirk widened as he kissed me again, this time hard and fast, his lips bruising mine with their intensity. When he pulled back, there was something almost wicked in his smile. “Oh, I’ll give you more, darling.” His breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “Get ready. It’s going to be a long night.”

He kissed me until my heart was pumping as if I'd been running. I wobbled on my toes, straining in every muscle. He held me firmly, anchoring me against the hard framework of his body, and took my mouth again. This time his kisses were longer, grinding, wet. deeply consuming, and I couldn't catch my breath. I molded all my weight against him until there wasn't a millimeter of space between us. He kissed me as if he were already inside me, greedy kisses with teeth, tongue, lips, kisses of unbearable sweetness that made me want to pass out but instead I clung to his body and moaned into his mouth.

The scent of smoke and whiskey saturated his clothes, curling into my senses. “You smell like smoke,” I murmured, half-breathless. “You smell like mine,” he said against my mouth, before kissing me so hard I lost all sense of reasoning. The kiss came with heat and hunger. It was as if he needed to remind himself that I was real. That I was his. “Missed me?” I asked between each wet kiss. “You don’t know how much I missed you.”

“Oh no, you don’t!” He pulls away from my hand. “What? Why won’t you let me kiss you?” “Your kisses are dangerous. They short circuit my brain and I become a cat in heat!” He dares to laugh. “I am serious. What is your chapstick made up of? Pheromones?”

Feeling my collar, she grabbed it pulling me closer and kissed me passionately. “I missed you,” she said between her breaths. Must she include verbal sweetness to make the curse stronger? It was working as my heart raced following her rhythm. With her body against the wall, I showered her with kisses down her neck and chest. It didn’t feel good to use her lips; I didn’t want the curse to become stronger and it was already making me crazy.

Heat arising in the area where he has kissed her on her feet. What you're doing to me???

"Why don't you tell me the consequences?" "Oh, you will actually like it," I said smirking at her. Moving closer to her, I pulled her by her waist so close to me. There is no space left between us, I traced her soft lips with the pad of my thumb, "I will kiss you very hard, biting those soft lips, hard enough to shut your feisty mouth."

“What… what feelings?” she stammered, trying to gather the remnants of her composure. She tried to stand, but before she could even push herself up, Vito was there, his hand gripping the back of her head, pulling her into a searing kiss. The taste of cigarette smoke, whiskey, and his saliva mixed in her mouth, sending her heart into a chaotic rhythm. The kiss was possessive, claiming, as if he were marking her, reminding her who was in control. Then, just as quickly, he broke it, pulling away with a smirk.