The Kissing Bandit Novels & Stories

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

Meanwhile, I was reduced to a grinning mess, unable to contain the desire to kiss my girl. Putting my hands on both sides of Blondie’s face, I was trapping her in place as I looked at her with fire in my eyes. She looked up at me and bit her lip, and my face delved down to find hers. Our lips had touched and I was about to deepen the kiss, when suddenly— * RING ! * RING! * RING! *

Despite that, it's peaceful, the perfect place to kiss Alec for the first time. "I am so ready to kiss you," he murmurs, reaching up to gently hold either side of my face. His fingertips are cold against my skin, an icy breeze sweeping down the valley, pulling strands of stray hair across my face. Alec brushes them away, leaning down slowly. I close my eyes, bracing myself for his lips to press against mine.

The Lizzy he knew was very good at kissing, and they would have a hot kiss. "Kiss me back," asked Asher. Cerise's heart raced. All the blood seemed to run under her feet. She covered her eyes as Asher sucked her lower lip and sucked her tongue. It was disgusting at first, but Cerise tried to move. She took turns sucking Asher's tongue. The man smiled. Even though she was amateur and stiff, Asher felt like he was reunited with Lizzy. Asher pushed Lizzy's body against the wall and squeezed the girl's hair, and it was like he was teaching Lizzy how to kiss.

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.

You wanna know how I get down? While the crowd thunderously roared and chanted Nox’s name, I snagged him by the wrist and pushed him against the wall, the beast in me unleashing on him. I tore away the bandage on his chest and let my mark shine through its bright blue hue for the whole world to see. The kiss was a statement and a means to douse my hunger for him. I needed him. Completely, wholly, totally. I wanted every fvcking inch of him.