Spiritpact Kiss Novels & Stories

Weak and shaking, I stood in the darkness, feeling the insects and snakes gnawing at my toes. My survival instinct screamed at me to lower my head and sink my teeth into whatever I could catch, but the cramped confines denied even the basic movement of a crouch. With the last of my strength, I cast a Whisperbind Spell, sending my desperate plea directly to his ears. But all I received in return was his merciless judgment. "You're already terrified from a few insect bites. Did you ever think about how helpless Belinda felt when you left her to be torn apart by those beasts?"

Instead, he leaned in, as if he had been waiting for this moment too. Our lips met in a kiss that was both tender and explosive. It was a kiss filled with pent-up desire, a release of emotions that had been simmering for far too long. My lips parted, inviting him in, and Anton's tongue danced with me, igniting a fire in my belly. I moaned softly, the sound a mixture of relief and pure pleasure.

I’m sure Atlas some kind of special aphrodisiac breathing potion. “You’re such a tease.” He whispered in my ear, his breathing still heavy. I was getting what I wanted. I only smiled and lifted my hips invitingly. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me, turning his face until his lips touch mine. The spark that went between us is enough to serve a small country. We moan at the same time, hands growing greedy and just grabbing at any piece of flesh it could find. The kiss is crazy, dirty. And even when I feel myself getting lightheaded from lack of air, I refuse to let him move back even an inch.

☆☆SUMMER’S POV☆☆ He kissed me like he meant it. Like I was already his. Not the sweet kind of kiss people talk about. Not gentle or tender or careful. This wasn’t a fairy tale. This wasn’t love. His kisses were the type that undoes you. It was need. It was heat and hunger and whispered promises. His mouth tasted like mint and madness. His hands were hot, rough in some places, careful in others, like he couldn’t decide whether to worship or destroy me.

For almost an hour and I did not want to stop, even if I would have to eventually say bye and get ready for school. ME : I miss you too Baby 😭 ME : I miss kissing you. ME : I miss you kissing me. ME : I miss you touching me 🙈 BESTIE : Ohhhh i miss that so much too. BESTIE : I miss my hands touching and caressing your soft skin, every curve, every inch. BESTIE: I miss the way you feel under my fingertips. Like silk. Like heaven. BESTIE: I miss the sounds you make when I touch you in just the right spot.

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.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

I lived for this moment, for the moment I get to kiss my mate and feel the sparks. I pulled her closer to me to deepen the kiss, I pulled her down with me as I fell back onto the bed. Her hands landed on the side of my head to keep herself up. She tried pulling away but I didn’t let her go. She lightly pulled my bottom lip as I slightly lifted with her as she pulled away from me. “I don’t think I should be on top of you while you have broken bones,” she said in a soft tone staring at my lips. “Trust me my wolf spirit will heal quicker with you here,” I said moving my lips to hers to kiss her but she moves back with a smirk on her face knowing what she is doing.

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

Brushing my lips over hers, first softly, then harder, I coax her lips apart, opening her mouth with my own. I kiss her. Putting heart and body and spirit into the kiss, I give her everything of myself I have withheld. As I deepen the contact, her breathing catches. I don't want this to be sexual or erotic. I don't want it to speak of friendship or contracts. I want this kiss to be soul-deep and to tell my Jade-Eyed Angel that she is loved deeply, passionately and completely. At first, she doesn't seem to understand. Her hands raise, waving at nothing, before settling at my shoulders.