Spell Kisses Novels & Stories

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.

No, this is heaven, I decided, losing the rest of my thoughts to his gentle lips and tongue. I sighed with contentment when he pulled away. His kisses were magical. He grinned at me. “You ready?” I nodded. “Yup.” “First, we'll go to our knees,” he explained. “Find the sweet spot, where the balance is best.” “That's what she said,” I quipped. Bastian burst out laughing, stopping in his demonstration and nearly falling into the water. “Just get up on your knees,” he told me, splashing water at me with his hands.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

"You may now kiss your Queen" I turned to her. Her twin sapphires holding my gaze. A deep cut smile protruded from her soft lips. I leaned closer to her, gently crashing my lips on hers. The warmth of her lips was pleasurable. I clutched her curvy waist, digging her closer to me. The skin of my hand brushed past hers, igniting electrifying sparks allowing burning tingling sensation explode within me. Davina gasped, pulling away as she felt it and a smile covered my lips.

"Fine, I'll slap you with my poisonous food every day." My face turned pale when Frinsc looked at me. "And you, Azy, this dare is very special. You always win this game, you always order us around, and it's your time to shine baby," she said before her footsteps swallowed the distance between the two of us. "As if I have a choice. Come on, tell me, what is it? I'm always ready for this." I grinned at her playfully. "You have to kiss the owner of this school, for 40 seconds." My jaw dropped with what Frinsc said.

I too wanted the same for a second He slammed his lips on me. Oh, Jesus, he tasted like heaven. How sweet. Charismatic. Moon and Miracle wanted each other. He licked my lips and moved his fingers over my cheek. I tasted his honey-rum flavor. How delicious! I hoped my lipstick to taste good. It was my first kiss.

An eager moan escaped my lips. He let go of my wrists, using the freed hand to rip the wet shirt from my body. His pupils dilated as he looked down at the bare skin of my chest peeking through the lace of my exposed bra. He licked his lips and leaned forward to kiss the edges of my bared skin. My brain, and whatever was left of rational thought, melted out of my ears.

There are two sides to every story, but everyone only listens to the heroines. Maybe that’s why I hated fairy tales growing up. My name is Ava Prescott. I’m the girl everyone loves to hate but secretly wants to be. I was from one of the richest families in Rivers City, captain of the cheer team, spoiled, popular, influential, worshipped, and dating the captain of our school hockey team, well, until the so-called heroine snatched my man and made me the butt of everyone’s joke. Well, it's not too late for me. I am Ava Prescott. I never lose. Maybe that’s why when Zane, captain of our sworn rival hockey team, dangled a juicy bait in front of me, I was quick to bite. How better to get back at my