The Kiss Thief Novels & Stories

The kisses in London had been promises, explorations, comforts. This was none of those things. This kiss was a seal. It was slow, deep, and profoundly deliberate. There was no hunger in it, not the frantic kind. There was certainty. It was the press of a final stamp on a document that bound two souls. It was the closing of a circle that had begun the moment a guarded billionaire hired a broken investigator.

“Doesn’t it? His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I gasped against his lips, but I still didn’t pull away. My hands fisted his shirt as he deepened the kiss, savoring the way he folded me against him, as if he wanted not even air to come between us. His lips slanted over mine, his hands moving down to grip my waist as he pressed me against the wall. Heat ignited between us, spreading like wildfire. Every forbidden touch, every stolen moment, every risk we had ever taken; it all culminated in this desperate, hungry kiss. He groaned against my lips. “You taste like cranberry.” I smiled, trying to mask my breathlessness. “It was from the mourning ritual.” Theo frowned. “Mourning ritual?”

Drama Queen, ughh ! “It is a fact, you li’l dum-dum. Li’l dum-dum, mhmm, you could name your weiner that,” I laughed before clutching his collar and tightening my hold around his neck. “Try to stay out of my way if you don’t want those stupid, small balls of yours kicked, get it, numb nuts ?” I added before the jerk leaned in and pecked my lips, making me release him immediately. Eww. This kiss thief stole a kiss from me- again !

Drama Queen, ughh ! “It is a fact, you li’l dum-dum. Li’l dum-dum, mhmm, you could name your weiner that,” I laughed before clutching his collar and tightening my hold around his neck. “Try to stay out of my way if you don’t want those stupid, small balls of yours kicked, get it, numb nuts ?” I added before the jerk leaned in and pecked my lips, making me release him immediately. Eww. This kiss thief stole a kiss from me- again !

Djena He kisses me passionately, his tongue slips inside my mouth, he finds mine and captures it, teasing it, biting it gently. With exquisite slowness, he regained control, slipping between my thighs with a determination that was both gentle and imperious. He sinks into me with deliberate slowness; I feel every part of his length invading me little by little: he is so huge! Bigger than Jack! Oh my God, he's going to tear me apart. He fills me completely.

Killian snarled into my mouth, cutting off my breath as his lips descended upon mine in a fierce, carnal collision. The kiss was not gentle. It was a dark, possessive tempest of raw fire and unchained shadows, born of a protective fury so deep it bordered on agony. His teeth grazed my lower lip, demanding entrance, and the moment I parted my lips with a ragged whimper, his primordial magic flooded into my mouth—dark, velvety, and endlessly deep. He kissed me as if he were trying to consume the memory of the blood-stained well right out of my throat, his hands digging into the midnight leather of my combat tunic, pulling me up into his body until my feet dangled inches above the floor.

“I never complained pumpkin and by the way, that wasn't what your body was saying when I touched you.” I scrunched my nose.“On behalf of you I'm complaining." He bark out a laugh.“I'm the one doing the kissing little thief and I'm not complaining.” “First of all, can you quit calling me little thief? And also I'm the one being kissed, so I'm complaining...” His lips were on my mine again before I could say out the next words. This guy sure knows how to kiss a lady but for heavens sake, I haven't washed my mouth for ten days. You can imagine the feeling going through my veins right now.

Mirabel was known as Silent Mira, one of the world's most notorious thieves, until billionaire Raymond Clutches personally sent her to prison. Then the impossible happened. A famous actress offered her freedom in exchange for one dangerous job: impersonate her. But there was one problem. The actress's fiancé was Raymond Clutches. Now Mirabel must live under another woman's identity while sharing a mansion with the man who destroyed her life. But when revenge turns into forbidden attraction, she discovers that the biggest thing she could steal isn't the diamond Raymond keeps under lock and key. It's his heart.

he lifted her and set her onto the table, standing and stepping up to her, his c-ck nudging against her c-nt. She stroked her hands up his arms, and over his shoulders. “Kiss me, Heath,” she whispered. The white light of her torch turned him into a creature of silver and grey, an anatomically correct sculpture of a man that had wandered away from someone’s mausoleum in order to seduce her in the gazebo. His eyes were cast into shadow, his eyelids lowered, his gaze on her lips as he leaned down to kiss her, their breath mingling.

‘The Most Sought After Billionaire Bachelor, Saint Baxter Is Off The Market! But what had the card in my hand falling to the ground was the picture attached. A picture of Saint and Leslie kissing passionately.