Spell Kisses Novels & Stories

Her pulse quickened, and a slick wave of heat blossomed between her legs. His eyes flashed gold. His lips were on hers then, taking hold in a kiss that could only be described as a claiming. It was a delicious, dangerous declaration of war…and she couldn’t get enough. He laid siege upon her mouth, kneading until her bottom lip was caught between his teeth. He sucked on the gentle flesh —hard. She gasped, surging forward into his arms. He seized the brief opening of her mouth to his advantage, expertly parting the seam of her lips until she opened completely for him, the taste of him filling her mouth. He tasted of dark spices and male.

Chapter Forty-Eight: Enchanted Evenings With Damon Phera POV: In that moment, suspended in time under the moonlit gazebo, the space between Damon and me vanished as our lips met in a kiss that was both a discovery and a confirmation. His lips were soft yet insistent, evoking a sizzle of passion that surged through me. The kiss deepened, a perfect blend of intensity and tenderness, our mutual longing and affection for each other coming to the forefront.

He teased, "Baby, what are you really doing here, want to take a shower with me?" I said to Zamiel, "It is a no. You already know my response. I am truly exhausted. You only temporarily distracted me. I gave him a lips-to-lips kiss. It turns out that what was supposed to be a kiss on the lips was actually a french kiss. He shoved me up against the glass. He is sincerely kissing me voraciously. The tiger seemed to be already hungry for me. When he kissed me on the neck, I laughed. Gosh. He gives me a kiss on the lips after a brief pause. But shortly after, his kisses stopped. I can feel the chill emanating from the glass that is behind me. Zamiel is taking his belt off. He grinned at me when

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

As though in agreement, the golem’s shiny brows and eyelids twitched behind their icy prison. “You see that paper talisman on its forehead?” Sasha said. “It contains a sealing spell but it’s upside down. We need to turn it right-side up.” Aki focused on the yellow strip of paper with characters that spelled out: {Be Still, Unrighteous One}. There were also deity seals running down its length. “Oh, you mean that talisman just past the kukri blade, the trident, and the pair of sledgehammer fists?” she asked sarcastically.

And she did it alone, in one night. “Who hired her?” I asked. Alek hesitated. “We don’t know.” I blew smoke toward the ceiling. “Find out. And find her.” “She doesn’t come for threats, Vik. Only for deals. Big ones.” I smiled, slow and cruel. “Then let’s give her a deal so dangerous it drips in blood.” He hesitated. “You sure about this?” “No,” I said. “But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.”

“Straight into Jordan’s arms. He promised me Hollywood would beg for me. And it did.” A beat. The desert wind howled outside. Daniel exhaled. “And Charlie?” Luca’s jaw tightened. “Married his appropriate Ivy League girlfriend six months later.” The silence that followed was suffocating. Then— Luca moved. One hand fisted in Daniel’s shirt, yanking him across the console. The kiss was violent—all teeth and desperation, Luca’s other hand tangling in Daniel’s hair to keep him close. Daniel gasped against his mouth. This wasn’t the polished Hollywood prince. This was the real Luca—the one with calloused hands, a bruised ego, and anger that tasted like whiskey.

I moaned against his mouth and he deepened the kiss. “If you’re still able to talk maybe I am not kissing you well enough.” He muttered and i bit his bottom lips, he didn’t even flinch, only deepened the kiss. “We are kissing each other.” “If you insist,” he replied and I pushed back from him, staring at him. I wanted more of that and I knew that he indeed carried a spell around, a bad one that we needed to flush away from our home. A throat clearing drew me back to the moment and I turned to face Vidia standing by the gazebo.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

As I break the kiss, I say, “Baby, I am so sorry. She has nothing on you. Honestly, I don’t know why my body had chosen to betray me. It’s as if she put a spell on me or something and it felt so foreign. I guess I will never understand it. But, please trust me, I will never stray from your arms. Ever.” Kissing her again a bit more roughly this time, I nip at her lips and then fondle her breasts for a time. She sighs and then grabs ahold of my hard cock before she starts to stroke it and firmly grasps my balls. Knowing that she is still sore, I back up and say, “Baby, I am a little raw for that this morning. Trust me if I wasn’t, I would be doing last night all over again. I love it