Starfire Kisses Novels & Stories

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

Time stood still as they surrendered to their intense passion, their hearts synchronizing in rhythm. Efrain's kiss was insistent, his lips devouring hers with a hunger that matched her own. Their tongues intertwined in a slow, sensual dance, sparking a tempest of yearning that pulsed through Marissa's body. Locked in each other's hold, they surrendered to the wildness of their desire. Efrain's tongue moved into Marissa's mouth, softly caressing hers in slow, erotic circles. Minutes stretched into eternity as the kiss between Efrain and Marissa continued, growing increasingly heated and intense with each passing second. Like a wildfire raging out of control, their passion consumed them, sett

to the presence of the man beside her. Xavier’s hand cupped her cheek, his touch gentle yet firm, and Timbre felt a warmth spread through her that had nothing to do with the power inside her.When their lips finally met, it was like the meeting of fire and ice, a collision of opposites that somehow made perfect sense. The kiss was slow, almost tentative at first, as if they were both testing the waters of this newfound closeness. But it didn’t take long for the fire between them to ignite, burning away any hesitation.Timbre’s hand found its way to Xavier’s chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips. It was a grounding presence, a reminder that despite the chaos a

“Not like yours.” He releases my wrist after a moment, but the place where his fingers rested continues to burn as if the touch itself left a lasting mark on the skin. I finish cleaning the scar in complete silence, apply the salve he keeps specifically for it, and bind it with fresh cloth using the same firm, economical motions I used years ago in the dark of the cave. When I finally step back, the absence of his heat against my palms feels abrupt and far too noticeable. Stefan flexes the shoulder once, testing the new binding with a slow, careful roll of the joint, then begins refastening his shirt with deliberate, unhurried movements. He does not thank me for the care. He does not dismiss

"Sleep well, Daisy." I practically fled to my room, closing the door and leaning against it as if I could physically hold back the tide of emotions threatening to drown me. Star's satisfaction radiated through our shared consciousness. -Finally,- she purred. -You acknowledge what I've known all along.- "It was just a kiss," I whispered, pressing my fingers to my still-tingling lips. "Two kisses. It doesn't mean anything." -Lie to yourself if you must,- Star replied smugly. -But you cannot lie to me. I feel what you feel.-

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.

[WARNING: MATURED CONTENT] Immediately, Samson slammed his lips agains hers ruthlessly as he ravished her. The kiss was rough. That they found themselves nipping their lips and inflicting injuries on themselves. There was a sudden wild fire brewering and starting deep within the pits of their stomach and spreading slowly.monopolising their every emotions. The L.u.s.t., the passion and anger at which they kissed. Themselves was overbearing. Like a hungry starved beast yerning.for food for years only to encounter one.now and is eating it up with much precision. The intensity was leaping skyhigh and coarsing the cores.deep within them.

He husked, causing her eyes to go wide at his statement. "And I'm sorry for stealing this," With that said he took her lips in a sweet kiss. He sucked her lips and within seconds the kiss changed into a passionate, needy one. He kissed her like there was no tomorrow. Fiona controlled the rising heat in her body but the way he kissed her had her body betraying her. She responded softly, making him grunt in satisfaction. He kissed her dominantly and finally broke the kiss when she was on the edge of losing consciousness. The girl panted heavily while scowling at the wall. He was seriously eating her lips like a starved beast. For a second she thought he would kill her with his demanding kiss.

"I've always wanted to kiss you. And well you're mine now and I liked it. I liked kissing you. You tasted like sugar." "I ate a cookie at lunch, butter pecan. Noona's favorite," I explained. Chelsea took a deep breath and leaned towards me. "I want to do it again." "Okay," And Chelsea kissed me. She kissed me and kissed me and kissed me. By the end of the day I had five more love-kisses in my box. When I got home, mummy told me that noona had gone to heaven. I ran to my bedroom as quickly as I could. I hurried to fall asleep. Just like she promised, I saw her in my dreams, so I told her all about the six love-kisses from my Chelsea.

His own hands tightly grip my waist, bunching up the fabric of my shirt. His eyes, so dark like pure obsidian, flutter down to look at my lips. The intimate moment seems to shatter like glass, as I rear back, panicked. He’s right, I have been putting off how I feel about him because of fear. What it would mean to be mated to him is too much to bear, and I’m afraid I will fall deeply in love with him and not be able to handle his life. How may be painfully attractive, but kissing him...It could lead to so much more. "Goodnight, Stace,” I mutter, ducking back under the covers on my side, pulling them all the way up to my chin as I face my back to him.