The Kiss Quotient Book Novels & Stories

Mason's hand settled below my ear; his thumb caressed my lip as our breath mingled. I ran my fingers along his spine, drawing him closer until there was no more space between us. The beating of his heart pounded against my breasts. He leaned closer and pressed his mouth to mine, pouring everything into the kiss, and obliterating any doubt from my mind that we shouldn't be doing this. It was a knicker-melting kiss; the kind that left a girl soaking wet and panting for more. Mason was always a gentleman during sex, making it all about me. The sizzling heat brought out my primal urges, and I wanted to tug down his sweatpants and ride him like a pony.

The book with the red cover! “OMG!” Aki gasped. “Is this really it?” “Aye,” Sasha said. “You… stole… a book… from the library?” was the first thought that filled Aki’s mind. “Umm…” Sasha was taken aback. “Aye but it was for a good cause.” Temujin and Aki weren’t listening anymore. Their eyes were devouring the book. The title on the front cover was long. “The Feasibility of Using Galvinism for Ki Reanimation,” Temujin read aloud and then he and Aki both gasped.

I immediately approached and Aiden quickly loaded me. "Grandpa, only I am allowed to kiss and hug mommy!" Alburuto of the little boy who now seems like an octopus wrapped around me. He doesn't want anyone else kissing or hugging me. Even Papa and Grandpa are jealous of Aiden. I don't know where he got this possessive side of him. He's just a child! I'm afraid when he's older, he will be possessive and I hope, the girl will not get tired of this negative side of him. Being possessive will suffocate the relationship.

Everything felt wrong but I could not stop wanting to feel his lips on mine. Without leaving my cheek, he brought his lips toward me but stopped at a distance as if he was asking me for permission. Instead of pulling myself away, I shut my eyes, and then it happened. My heart skipped a beat when his lips touched mine. It was so good that it felt unreal. I kissed him back with the same passion and he deepened his kiss in which I lost myself. It happened. I got my first kiss from a mafia heir.

Because how do I explain something I don’t even understand? His hand shifts, slides slightly higher, unroll it, resting just above my knees. My breath stutters. No one. notices, but I do. Oh, I do. “Spontaneity.” He says before I can speak. The word is calm, controlled, like that moment wants anything more than a witch encounter. I swear I was spelled. Someone hexed me in some third-dimensional realm, forcing me to slam my lips against his clam-like ones. ‘If clams could kiss like him….’ No….no, Charlotte.

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

"Claim your Queen." With a low, guttural roar of pure Alpha dominance, Killian spun me around, catching my mouth in a kiss so rough, wet, and possessive it completely stole the air from my lungs, his tongue invading with a heavy, territorial hunger that tasted of absolute victory as his hand ripped through the front fastening of my trousers, claiming the dripping heat of my center while the vanguard marched into the shadow of the Western Rift.

... Quinn kissed her like his life depended on it, like no guy has ever kissed her before, soft and moist , hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking union and closeness and the sharing of one breath, one sensation, one timeless and passionate moment. He could see the heat as it rose in her cheeks the moment his tongue touched Karen's tongue, it was quick and felt electric as it sent shocking waves to her. The kiss felt so firm, more determined and more curious about the heat that lay within, seeking to chase down that elusive liquid lightning that reached through both of them.

“Kiss me, Heath.” He let his c-ck nudge into her as he kissed her, closing his eyes in order to sink into sensation, the scent of her skin and hair, the warm velvet of her skin beneath his hands, the wet heat of her c-nt inviting him within. She was soaking with desire for him and she smelled so good, the shadows of the Triquetra lingering on her skin, the sharper scent of their come increasing as she heated, her c-nt so bathed in them that it lingered still within her from earlier in the day.