The Kiss Thief Novels & Stories

“You kissed me.” He nodded as he leaned back down to me. “I did. And I’ll do it again.” I felt a growl work its way up. “Like hell you will.” I took another step closer, getting into his face. My finger drilled into his chest. “You don’t get to kiss me. You have a fiancee, remember? I don’t share men first and foremost.” A growl rumbled in his chest. I bared my teeth, fangs descending again to match his. “More importantly THOTH, I don’t want you anywhere near me. All you fucking do is lie and I am over it.”

I was just like a lost Cinderella in a Disney movie! "Cause Kezie," He started and his eyes were on my lips, which made a lot of things stir within me. "You're like a forbidden fruit, something that I'm not supposed to eat, in every way, and- I like those kinds of things," He said in such a low tone with his nose already bopping mine. His breath smelt like coffee and mint, which laid out everything I had eaten this morning in my mind. Okay, just apples. Why was I thinking about that? Was he going to kiss me?

“We got some damage, my King. Let’s postpone our day of departure and take care of the damage.” Suddenly, Theo pulls Kissa to him and kisses her. I balk, especially at the way he stares at me as I watch him kiss her. The sudden action petrifies me and I can’t look away. When their lips separate, leaving Kissa breathless, Theo says, “I apologize, Princess. We haven’t arrived at Pitchford yet and an attack already happened against me.” Princess Kissa smiles sweetly at him. “Don’t… worry about… it. My older brother already warned… me of the repercussions of being your lover. And I accept all of them.”

Keyara blinked her eyes, she didn't expect the stranger she kissed to kiss her back. And to make matters worse, the guy was an expert kisser! "Can you even call a kiss like that 'expert'?" she thought. This type of guy should be categorized as a playboy. If he can kiss like that, he must have a lot of experience. They kissed for a whole minute, and Keyara's breath was almost gone from the non-stop kissing. The stranger held onto Keyara's waist tightly, as if to trap her so she wouldn't escape.

"You stole my first kiss." "Oh, you couldn't have found a better person than me to steal your first kiss, Prince Mateo. You should thank me," the little thief said in a voice that reeked of superiority. I didn't know how she was completely arrogant even now, even after she got caught. "Yes. I will thank you in a second," I said as I took a step closer to her, trying hard not to breathe in any of her dizzying scent. "Go on. Kiss her," my dragon whispered. "Kiss those pretty lips."

He groans, muscles in his legs tensing as I bow to curiosity and kiss him. I kiss the tip, pressing pouted lips to the bead of moisture. The liquid tastes a little light salt and something I can’t quite pin point. Is it wrong to enjoy the sensation? I lick my lips, touching my tongue to them and look up to find Thade watching me. His expression guarded, eyes heavy with desire as he falls back to the pillows again.

"Stealing kisses is foul." "Would you protest, then..." Jarnja drawled, then suddenly flushed her black lips against mine and softly kissed me as Heith's back was turned to me. Just as quickly as she had kissed me, she broke our mouth's embrace, and licked her muzzle. I shuddered in muscle memory, a kiss that had haunted me for three years in my darkest imaginings: "Wha- what?"

And it wasn’t a kiss. It was a threat wrapped in silk. He kissed like he was claiming something—something he thought already belonged to him. I broke free with a gasp, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “You’re insane.” “Wow,” a cool voice rang behind us. Feminine. Bored. “The love story of a journalist and a mafia lord. Incredible. Someone should write a book.” We both turned at the same time. I froze. Adrian’s jaw tightened.

Each kiss is intense, a mix of pain and pleasure. "Damn it!" He swears, his hot gaze burning into my exposed chest. His breath is heavy, his eyes filled with desire. "You belong to me, Louise. You can't escape," he whispers, silencing any protest with his soft, warm lips. Our kiss is passionate, intense, and I can't help but respond. Lost in pleasure, I hear a noise but ignore it. I close my eyes, savoring every touch of his lips. "That's right, Louise," he murmurs. "You're stunning when you're filled with desire. I want to see it again when you climax on my..." His words are interrupted as the door bursts open, revealing two unexpected visitors.

he started moaning, his eyes darkening with desire as I bobbed up and down partially on his thick dick. Suddenly, he pulls my head back and stops me. He climbs down from the ladder, his pants still buckled around his knees. Maybe he didn’t like my small mouth’s inability to fit his tool. I apologize profusely and feel ashamed as a thief. I turn around to go away but he grabs my hand, pulling me inwards as we stumble against the wall. We look at each other for what seems to me to be an infinite time. As the tension builds up, we both lean in for a kiss which starts sweetly but instantly turns into a hunger fest as he thrusts his tongue deep into mine, feeling my curves as his hands run throug