Spider's Kiss Novels & Stories

HADES— - I don't expect Jasmine's kiss, but when it comes, I'm helpless to resist. It's not a soft, calculated touch, but a rough, desperate embrace that speaks directly to my soul. I feel the urgency in her lips, the need that drives her to claim me, and it's like a spark to dry Tinder. Finally. Without thinking, I reach out and take her by the back of her head, my fingers gentle against her delicate skull and damp hair. I pull her closer, deepening the kiss, and feel her melt into me like wax in a furnace.

“She flitted behind me and licked my ear. I felt her cold breath against my skin and it gave me the shivers. Then I sensed her withdraw again. She was moving as swiftly as a Stork or a blue Slayer skating on ice. “She laughed. A tinkly, calculated laugh. Like silver bells or glasses clinking. “‘I can hear and see you just fine,’ she said. “‘Oh all right then… in that case…’ I felt something else off in that room but I couldn’t put my finger on it. All my self-presevation instincts had gone haywire. She had that effect on me. “‘Well?’ “‘The thing is, what I’ve been meaning to tell you… is…’ “‘Yes?’ “‘S-suki desu. Tsukiatte kudasai,’ I finally said.” The words translated to “I really like you.

"Kastriv, do you have a mate?" "Not one that I know of," he muses. Kaia holds out her hand expectantly, wiggling her fingers. "Touch me, just in case," she offers. My eyes widen, surprised by her boldness. Kaia hasn't demonstrated much interest in finding a mate before, and she told me she didn't want to pursue Kastriv in any way. "If you insist." Kastriv tugs his glove off, reaching out to her hand. Kaia sighs. "Hmm, that's a shame. Your turn, Aspen."

“Fuck yes. More. Harder.” Knowing that I live only to please her now, I do just as she says and plow her harder and quicker than I did before. Filling her with a steady beat, I feel her tighten around me as I lean down and kiss her spine. With one hand I dig in her hip and the other I run my fingertips down her back, lightly scraping her skin. The whole time I smell the sweet fragrance of her perfume, and it serves to fuel me on further.

My chest tightened with anticipation and breathing no longer seemed important. His hand was on the back of my neck with his fingers tangling in my hair. He pulled me toward him, pausing just a breath away. Our lips hovered apart for an infinity, sharing a breath in the moment, knowing that we could never go back to the way we were after this. I closed the last centimeter, pressing my lips into his. His lips were so soft against mine that I forgot entirely what I was doing. He pulled back, a smile crossing his handsome face before pulling me into him. It was a no-holds-barred, rock-my-world kiss that left me unable to do anything but kiss him back. Our tongues tangled and merged, as the tide

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

Then he speaks. “Thank you all for your patience,” he says smoothly. “Allow me to introduce you to Diana—my fiancée.” The room freezes. Gasps ripple around the table. Eyes widen. Shock hangs thick in the air. And just like that— I’m no longer invisible.

I looked up at her in question. She nodded. I pulled them down, along with the last scrap of lace beneath. Then I crawled back up her body, kissing every inch along the way. She reached for my belt. Unfastened it and unzipped. Her hand slid into my pants, and I hissed through my teeth when she wrapped her fingers around me. “God,” she breathed. “You’re already so hard.” I kicked my jeans off in record time, then climbed over her. I slipped a hand between her thugs and groaned at how wet she was. I slid my fingers through her folds, teasing her clit, then eased two fingers inside. She gasped, her legs falling open wider for me.

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.