The Kiss Thief Novels & Stories

I said quietly as I was leaning to give her another kiss and this time it will be more intense than the first one. I brush my lips lightly over her lips, starting at the corner of her mouth and nibbling at the edge. I cross my fingers along her cheeks to gently pry her lips apart, took a small lick at the center brushing to the upper lips before my lips went down to her lower lips, and suck it into my mouth. My tongue swept into her mouth to deepen the kiss until she finally responded by releasing a gentle moan. I immediately release myself from her to check out her condition. "W-what in the world are you doing you perverted Djinn?" she said in a perpetually tired voice.

This man is unbelievable. He faces them again. “You didn’t know who she was, so you acted professionally. I’ll let it pass.” The workers exchange confused looks. I don’t blame them. I’m confused too. Then his tone shifts—lower, colder. “This is Diana Reed. My fiancée.” Gasps ripple across the entrance. A few maids blink rapidly. Two guards straighten even more. “Remember how I said I’d let you off because you didn’t know who she was?” Roland steps forward, hands behind his back, expression unreadable. “Well. Now you do. So you know how to treat her from now on… don’t you?”

Stella This kiss is everything a kiss should be. Passionate, sweet, tingle-inducing. The sweep of his tongue against mine is enough to make me wet. He owns me without words. The pressure of his lips against mine, the feel of his body spreading my thighs, his fingers denting my flesh. Ransom Thompson owns me, and when he breaks the kiss, I'm panting, fisting his hair in between my fingers, grinding against him as I rest my back against the wall.

Just Darius. “You think I care what you call it?” he whispered, breath against my ear, cold as death. “Call it rape. Call it whatever you want. You belong to me, thief.” He pulled out, and I gasped—more from the burn than the release. I felt it against my thighs—hot, wet, sickening. I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Not until he laughed. “Well, it works,” he said, amused, like he’d just confirmed a theory. “Me inside you. It keeps the curse at bay.”

She must go but Klarisse pulled her hair even harder, she felt some strands broke off. "Yes you are, my slave. So here you'll stay!!" Klarisse dragged her to the kitchen and she pulled the coffee maker where the coffee was brewing. Klarisse poured all of the hot liquid to Kara's back and all she felt was a numbing scorching pain. She wailed in pain. It was not enough, Klarisse dragged her down to the dark basement and threw her down the dusty floor. "For you to learn your lesson!" and there Klarisse shuts the door, she could hear the locks clicking. And Kara was left in agony with her scorched back and her fear of darkness.

I wished I could explain my intentions. The Chairman sighed and walked back to sit in his comfortable chair. “Tell me about your curse,” he smirked leaning back in his chair like he wanted me to amuse him with my story. I clenched my teeth, but figured that it might be the only way to get to those archives. “It's called a kissing spell. It runs in my family. The one that I kiss first becomes my one and only, and I become his.” “So… how did you kiss my Grandson?” he snickered maliciously.

"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.

"The vaults are broken. The upper ring is tamed. Claim your mate." Killian let out a dark, predatory growl that shook my very center, 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 dominance as his hand ripped through the front fastening of my trousers, claiming the dripping heat of my center while the wealth of the old empire burned outside the treasury walls.

I heard the faint scrape of boots behind us. Eirseth had started to walk away. Then he stopped. The air shifted. Grew colder. Denser. I felt him return like a shadow behind me, the temperature dropping with each step. He didn’t speak. His hand reached between us—long, calloused fingers curling around my throat. Not hard. Not forceful. Just... certain. He tilted my chin up with the slow, intentional grace of something old and sovereign. And kissed me. Cooler. Briefer. His mouth was winter against the ember Calyx had left—but it held no less heat beneath the surface. His kiss didn’t ask, didn’t plead. It declared.

"Yes, you did, Evelyn Marie Stanton. Kidnapped princess turned pirate. Slayer of Sirens." A little giggle bubbled up from my throat, making Thane grin. I tried to lean up a little more to kiss him. He dipped down a little bit to catch my bottom lip between his teeth. He nipped it gently, and I sighed at the sensation. We deepened the kiss, drinking each other in. I gave myself over to his mouth, enjoying how he felt against me. I stroked my fingers over his arms. He leaned forward, maintaining the kiss, to wrap me in the warmest embrace.