The Fox's Kiss Novels & Stories

- Wait. He comes closer to me, and as I stand up, we are just a few centimeters apart. He leans in closer, exuding a feline air, slowly caressing my cheek. I close my eyes at the touch of his skin against mine. He leans down to kiss my head. Then he whispers in my ear: - Forgive me. I swear this won’t happen again.

I called in a threatening voice, and I felt him squeeze my thighs gently, causing a blush to creep up on my face. ​“Doll face.” He mimicked my tone, and I let out a huff in frustration. ​“What do you want?” My breath hitched when he leaned his face closer, our noses slightly brushing against each other’s before he peered into my eyes, completely captivating them for a few seconds. ​“I want to kiss you,” he finally breathed, his eyes flickering onto my lips, and my eyes widened a little. “So fucking bad.” ​His lips started trailing along my cheeks and onto my earlobes, causing goosebumps to rise on my body.

She relaxed even more. She wasn’t ready to watch what they did. She only wanted to feel. Cain kissed her forehead. She knew it was him because his short facial hair tickled. It was much softer than it looked and she really wanted to rub her face against his, but his kiss had been so quick, there hadn’t been time. The recording he’d been playing changed. The wild sounds were there, but the long, sad howls of the wolves were different, more upbeat, if that was at all possible, and there was a subtle but sure tempo behind the natural sounds. It had to be a drum, but it was timed precisely to the beat of her heart.

The creature hisses even more to size him up. "Don't meddle, shadow!" the creature said in a slow, eerie tone in between his hissing sounds. "You won't tell me what to do! Now, begone!!" And with that he swiftly swiped his sword to the creature and tore it in half, it did not even see the blow coming, and was not able to give out a cry. It starts to dissipate into thin air.

I mumbled. “What's a kissing spell?” he sounded curious. “Oh, that?” I laughed faintly, “Just a family curse… In short, I kissed you. Now, if you don't kiss me back before my 30th birthday, I will die… or I can give up on my magic…” I chuckled and looked at him. He became serious. He moved closer to me. “Is that all? All I have to do is kiss you?” he slowly leaned over me. “N-no…” I gulped seeing his face inches away from mine, “You… would have to feel something towards me… The kiss should carry equally intense emotions… as the ones I felt when I gave you mine…”

Then Aleksander stepped forward, hands in his designer coat, all cocky smiles. “No intro needed, I hope?” he said. “I read your file,” I said coolly. “Flirt. Mole. Viktor’s lapdog since the sandbox.” He laughed. “Guilty.” Then he gave me that look. The kind that said he could see through me. See what I was hiding. “You’re scarier in person,” he said. “I like it.” “I’m not here for you to like me.” Before he could reply, I felt Viktor behind me. Close. Too fucking close.

To admit his flaws, to give explanations for his wrongdoings, in front of so many influential people — it was on another level. My heart melted. Tears escaped my eyes before I could stop them. Ryan came to me, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me. Not a peck, not a staged kiss for the cameras, but deep, passionate, consuming. His lips pressed against mine with urgency, with desperation, with a rawness that spoke of regret and longing. It was as though we poured all our emotions into that kiss — the years of silence, the pain, the love we had buried. For a moment, I believed there was hope. That maybe, just maybe, we could give ourselves another chance.

He kissed her forehead. "If I don't come back," he said, "I want you to know that these three years were the best years of my life. Because they were the years I got to love you. Not as a weapon. Not as a spy. Just as you. Just as the woman who chose vulnerability over power." Lena couldn't speak. Couldn't do anything except hold him. "Come back with me," she whispered. "I will," Dominic said. "We both will." But as they held each other in the darkness of the facility, Lena understood the truth that no one was saying out loud:

"Instead you chose another, far deadlier path. You stole my entire existence and ran like a fucking thief in the night. For that you will pay." Before I can respond he takes my lips with his in a brutal kiss. This is not a kiss of passion or love, this is a kiss of pain and revenge, of a man who thinks he has been wronged. This is the worst kiss of my life. He seeks entrance with his tongue and I refuse him. He releases one of my wrists, reaches up and grips my jaw, forcing my mouth open. One of my lips grinds against a tooth, cutting. Blood fills my mouth and I cry out, but the sound is swallowed by his vicious kiss.

And everyone groaned again, I guess her movie taste isn't great. She lists of movies and a whole lot of titles that weren't interesting at all and we all just settled for some family movie that sucked. I was starting to fall asleep when I felt a hand on my thigh. I woke up startled and ready to jump off. "Shhh, sit back Foxie." K whispered in my ear pulling me back to his chest, I relax and he buries his face in the crook of my neck and kisses it. I lean back more loving the feeling of his lips on my neck.