The Kiss Thief Novels & Stories

He gripped my chin pulling me up from the floor "You let go so quickly. I have to reward you" he said "Ah you wanted a kiss." he scoffed "how silly of me to forget but anyway we don't want to leave you with nothing. I’m a gentleman who keeps his word, so here you go" he kissed me on my forehead softly. His lips felt cold, like the kiss of death. I clenched my fists. Sadistic Bastard!!

Leaning in toward his ear, I whispered, “Knee-trembling.” “No way. My tie made these knees tremble?” Breathing out a tantalized groan when I kissed his throat, he ran his hands down my thighs until he reached my knees. Then he sat up so he could twist his torso until he was relaxing against the backrest of the sofa with one of my legs draped over his lap and the other tucked behind him. He lifted my bent leg, exposing the skin through ripped cloth so he could lean in and press his lips directly to my skin. Then he stroked his fingers over my other knee as if apologizing for ever making it quake. I went a little dizzy as his fingers slid down my calf and over my ankle where he began to loosen

“But you need someone at your side. You’re too visible now.” I shook my head. “Someone at my side is another weakness. Another place they’ll strike.” “Unless she’s stronger than you think,” Mother said. “There are men in that ballroom who could kill with a smile.” “And one of them almost did,” I said under my breath. They looked at me. “There’s a man,” I continued. “Calls himself Medor Thornwell. Says he’s an exile from the West.” Elias scoffed. “Too clean to be a real exile.”

I gave him a serene, quiet smile. “I’ll see you to your chambers?” he asked softly, his hand brushing against the doorframe. I nodded. “Yes,” I murmured. Then, on instinct, I leaned forward and pressed my lips lightly to his. A soft, deliberate kiss—one that promised interest and connection without revealing the thoughts I kept hidden. Kael froze, dark eyes widening. I pulled back slightly, letting the kiss linger in his memory. His hand rose to his lips, brushing over them, as though confirming what had just happened.

“In that outfit” “Uhm.. somewhere” “You are seeing someone?” I didn't know what to answer yet. “Mabel told me and I confirmed it when the guy dropped you off” “Oh Kessia” I shook my head.”This guy and I, karma is a bitch” Was the first statement I resumed with. “Okayyy..” She tried to reason along with me but expected me to go straight to the point. “Spill the tea” “So I stole from him at the club” I confessed.

Rolling my eyes, I spat, "That'll depend on how you behave." He smiled a genuine, radiant smile devoid of any darkness or calculation. Leaning down, he pressed a light kiss to my forehead that felt as soft as a feather. "Goodnight, my owner." He picked up the mute screaming chicken from under the bed, carefully tucked it into his pocket like a treasure, and turned to skip out of the room with joy. I lay back down, and as I breathed in the lingering scent of his crisp woody cologne, my chronic insomnia suddenly vanished.

At the grey eyes. At the jaw. At the stillness. He reached into his pocket. Produced a key. Opened the gate. Henri Cassin was standing at the center of the construction site. In the middle of what would be the main floor of the library. He was smaller than Elena remembered him. Not physically. Something else. The dark watchful eyes were still there. The compact unhurried presence. The silver at his temples and the old phone in his coat pocket that held thirty years of contacts and communications and carefully managed truth.

'Fuck. I pulled down his boxers and kissed his cock, rubbed it against my face and cheek, so soft. I looked up and he was smiling at me. I began to lick it, to make out with it. My mouth was very dry from the salt and I felt like I had a furred tongue. I put his whole cock in my mouth and aimed it toward the back of my throat, gagging, making some more saliva. He moaned and softly tousled my hair with his hands. He got a little firmer but not hard yet and so I had to hold it in my fist. I sucked and jerked gently, but he would not get fully hard. I began to lick his balls. I put them in my mouth. My chin rested on the place where his tail met his skin. The scales were slimy and hard at the s

His thumb trembled against her cheek. Then his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was not tender. It was fierce, consuming, desperate. His hands pulled her close, as if holding her body tighter could bind her loyalty, as if her breath could drown out the doubt burning through his veins. For a moment, she let herself feel it — the fire, the ache, the longing that had always existed between them. But the more he clung, the more she realized what it was: not love, not trust. Chains.

he murmurs lowly. The stranger looks between Kastriv and I, unbothered that we clearly know each other. "I'm going to need my payment now." Kastriv turns to the man, and smiles wickedly. "Of course, here you are." In a movement so fast, he reaches out and snaps the strangers neck. The body falls limp at his feet, Kastriv taking a step back distastefully. "Kastriv!" He nudges the body with his foot. "Waste of space..."