The Kiss Of Deception Book 2 の小説・ストーリー

I am already working on two other books, and though I cannot promise when each will be ready, I want to share my vision with you — the stories waiting patiently to be born, the worlds I am eager to open for you: Kiss of His Betrayal (Davina & Damon – Book 1) Kiss of a Fallen Star (Eva & Ryan – Book 2) Kiss of Lies and Fire (Jacob & Amara – Book 3) Kiss of His Redemption (Jenny, Jacob & Michael – Book 4) Kiss of Hidden Truths (Alex & Naina – Book 5) Each of these stories carries its own heartbeat, its own secrets, its own fire. Together, they form a universe of love, betrayal, redemption, and truth — a saga I cannot wait to share with you.

My body betrayed me, melting into his touch as if it had been craving this all along. He pulled me closer, crushing me against his chest, his heat seeping into my skin. The scent of him—rich cologne, leather, and something darkly intoxicating—wrapped around me, making my head spin. His other hand found my waist, gripping it firmly before sliding down to the small of my back, pressing me flush against him. Every inch of him was unrelenting, and yet, his lips, despite their intensity, were devastatingly smooth, skillful, as if he was pouring secrets into me with every kiss.

**** Author's note Thank you, readers, for taking your time to read this story. There will be grammatical errors because English is not my first language. **** * Married To My Enemy (Book 1) * His Ex-Wife ( Book 2) Please keep in mind that this is the sequence of the book "married to my enemy" for a better understanding, please read married to my enemy first. I wish you a fantastic reading experience!!

My hands were still trembling when I pressed the buzzing rose to her clit and pushed two fingers into her dripping pussy. Elena’s head fell back. She moaned loud and real — the same moans I had just heard for my dad — but now they were all for me. When she finally came, gushing around my fingers, she pulled me up and kissed me slow and deep. She pressed her forehead to mine, still breathing heavily. “You can keep pretending to hate me, Cassie. But we both know the truth now. You’re already addicted.” My legs were jelly. My heart was a complete mess. And the worst part was… she was right.

“But tonight, let’s not pretend that we’re enemies. Even if we are trapped in this arrangement, I want to believe that there’s more to us than duty and deceit.” Aurora looked into my eyes, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of the Aurora I once knew—a woman of passion and hope. Slowly, I leaned in, and our lips met in a kiss that was both hesitant and intense. It started as a cautious press, as if testing the boundaries of the space between us, then deepened into something that felt unexpectedly real. I could feel the warmth of her breath, the softness of her lips, and the way her body responded to the touch—a response that both startled and troubled me.

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV Her lips tasted like defiance and want. Sweet, maddening. Her hands tangled in my hair, trying to pull me deeper, closer, like she couldn’t get enough. Hell, I couldn’t either. She shifted slightly on the desk, her thighs brushing mine, the curve of her hips aligning with my grip as I stepped between them. I wrapped one hand around her waist, the other threading into her hair as I deepened the kiss, swallowing her quiet gasp.

I whispered biting my lips. She swallowed hard. “Every girl I touch comes crawling back, you're just too stubborn to admit how bad you want this”, I rolled my eyes, giggling. Without hesitation I grabbed her, hoisting her unto the counter like she was a little toy. “Ah…ahh”, she gasped, her hands gripping my waist. My lips slammed into her, kissing her with wet passion. Her tongue flickered around mine. So this bookworm knows how to kiss. My tongue fucked hers better than any cock could. I pulled out her cardigan and ripped open her shirt,my soft hand diving to grab her tits.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

I looked at him—at the man who was supposed to be my mark—and all I saw was a soul reaching out for mine. Before I could pull back, before I could find my mask, he leaned in. The kiss wasn’t like the stories. it wasn’t soft or poetic. It was desperate. It was the kiss of a drowning man finding air. His lips were hungry, searching for a reality he could finally hold onto. For a second, I forgot Noah. I forgot Emelia. I forgot that I was an impostor in a dead woman’s bed. I kissed him back with a ferocity that scared me, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer until there was no space left between the lie and the truth.