Spiritpact Kiss Novels & Stories

The man's tears increased which calmed the woman. "Chaos. I-I don't mean I'm going away, I-we can't talk anymore. We can still be friends--" "Friend?" The man laughed simply "So you treat me as a friend? Just a friend?" His gaze deepened on the woman. "Chaos, listen--" The woman's eyes widened when the man suddenly kissed her. It touched both of her cheeks and even more covered her entire lip. Khione had her eyes open, while Hades continue to savor the moment. He can taste the sweetness of her lips, the softness of it.

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.

Unlike others, they wish for material things. The contract says that my wisher cannot harm me up until the deal is over, this one is different. The moment our lips were locked on each other, I felt my life force has been sucked out of me. She took all of the strength I had from my body and drained me up to the last drop of my life force almost killing me. I know that I have no soul and am just a spirit, but I could have been a goner if we continued to kiss.

With a deep inhale, she closed the distance between them, her lips meeting his in a kiss filled with longing. Adam responded instantly, his hands finding her waist as he deepened the kiss. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a promise, a claim, an unspoken vow that he would always be there for her. Sofia let out a soft whimper against his lips, pressing herself closer as if she could merge into him completely.

It was a kiss filled with the unspoken language of love, a promise that transcended words. As our lips melded together, time seemed to suspend, and the world outside the room faded away. The soft brush of his lips against mine set my heart ablaze, a symphony of emotions playing out in each heartbeat. I could feel the intensity of our mate bond amplifying the sensation, turning a simple kiss into an electric connection that resonated through every fiber of my being.

Newly arrived souls floated tentatively in the shallows their bodies glowing with hesitant curiosity. The core eight moved into the waters together. Vespera and I waded forward drawing souls close with open arms and warm smiles. Our first kisses were soft and exploratory quickly blooming into deeper hunger. I pressed against a curvaceous newcomer our wet breasts sliding together as our mouths met in a slick passionate kiss. My fingers dipped between her thighs finding her already growing wet. Vespera mirrored the embrace beside me guiding another soul to suckle at her heavy breasts while her hand stroked their hardening cock.

"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.

Adrian whispered, his voice vibrating against her lips just a second before his mouth closed over hers. The kiss wasn't like the hurried, desperate embraces they had shared during the dark days of the Sterling threat. This kiss was deep, slow, and saturated with a profound, mutual victory. Adrian’s lips were firm, commanding yet unbelievably tender as he tasted her, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth until she opened for him with a soft moan. He drank her in, his hands moving up to cup her face, his thumbs wiping away the residual tension from her jawline.

Sasha blurted out. Aki shrugged. “Brown Slayers have full body tattoos, right? Well, it turns out Budo’s tattoos are non-tribal and resemble those of gangsters.” “What’s his spirit animal?” Sasha asked. “A hissing cockroach,” Aki replied. All three Slayers looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

I closed my eyes involuntarily as I got wildly lost in his heavily intense kiss and only came to my senses when I felt the sparks burst everywhere in my body. His lips dribbled deeper and deeper in my mouth and by now the crowd was going absolutely crazy as they cheered and hooted like insanely wild fan kids. “KISS ! KISS ! KISS !” “KISS ! KISS ! KISS !” “KISS ! KISS ! KISS !” Jax pulled away his hungry mouth only for a split second to let us both get a gasp of air before he crashed his lips a second time on mine and this time punctured my lips with his Vampire fangs.