Novel & Cerita The Kissing Bandit

“He did. Twice.” Wow, I should be an actress. Dante glances between us, lips flattening. “I did?” “Babe,” I say sweetly, “you sucked.” The vendor chuckles. “You were real sweet together and held hands the whole time. You even kissed her nose before she took the gun.” I shoot the man a grateful look, but Dante’s eyes aren’t on him. They’re on the headbands hanging above the counter. Little soft fleece ones, shaped like animal ears. Some are cats, some bunnies. His gaze lands on one—black wolf ears with little red tips.

Franz points his sword to Katon. “Nerve,” Katon said. ”The greater my nerve, the harder my staff is. I’m Katon, the member of Sky Bandit with a nerve of steel that harder than diamond!” He added. “Well then, let’s see who’s gonna win. Your nerve of steel or my corrupted heart?!” Franz performs a surprise attack by swinging his sword at high speed.

Just a tiny engraved wolf on the inside, and I found out later, the initials N & C carved so small you had to squint. He slid it onto my finger, hands finally steady. I returned the favor, slipping a matching band onto his. “Wow,” Naomi said. “We’re really doing this.” Cassian’s voice was quiet. “Yeah,” he said. “We are.” Ronan looked at us, head tilted. “In old‑world terms,” he said, “what would they say now?” “Kiss the bride,” Lena offered dryly. “Oh, good,” Naomi said. “My favorite part.”

Tonight was no different. After his speech came the kisses. He kissed every bruise, looking utterly miserable. “A kiss for every bruise,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. “Baby, I want you. You know I’ve got the hots for you, and I can never get it up for anyone else.” What did I do? I went through the motions, groaning in pain while he mistook it for pleasure.

“My Prince Charming is so much better than his it’s not even funny. Mine’s traditional. His is just… Lame.” I grinned because his mood was amusing. The brothers had always been somewhat competitive. “Well, there sure are a lot of Prince Charmings here tonight,” I mused, trying to distract him. Grinning, Brick leaned closer. “The more for you to choose from, my dear.” With a chuckle at his own joke, he straightened. “Now, where were we? Oh, right. Elton.” He placed his hands on my shoulders and twirled me around until we were facing a certain way. But as soon as I latched my gaze on Christopher—looking more like a general in a French war than Prince Charming—some man dressed as a priest appro

Taking my hand, he stands up and leads me out the kitchen door. Walking out the emergency exit and standing in the alley, he leans me up against the wall and kisses me. When our lips touch, it's like fireworks and an earthquake going off all at once. My insides feel like they are about to burst when he lifts me up by my butt and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.

Adam is in charge of the steering wheel. Maxine sat on the passenger’s seat, while Brett was sitting at the back seat. Amid the silence, Brett’s voice cut in. “The forehead kiss is for friendship proposal. Right?” Brett brought out something that put Adam’s patience on edge. What’s more, the silly Brett was laughing. For seconds, Maxine and Adam looked at each other. They, then, looked away after seeing their embarrassed endearments. The Alpha of the Den, Vincent Den, was drunk.

She pressed a kiss to his chest, letting her tongue dart out and taste his flesh. Kane groaned at her boldness. His fingers slipped into her hair as he dragged her lips to his. He hungrily kissed her as he pressed his hardness into her wet center. His fingers drifted down to her bra and brushed against the skin, playing with the sensitive flesh. Bridgette moaned into the kiss as she arched into him. His hands slipped under her and began to work the clasp, freeing her from the confines of the material. He tossed the bras aside and began to trail kisses down her throat to her breasts. He took her nipple into his mouth and began to lave it with his tongue.

Our skin makes a clapping sound as it connects over and over. Panting, my jaw clenches as I tug her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. She gasps as our tongues collide and her back presses against my chest. The kiss is wet and sloppy, hot and heavy all at once. Her eyes roll back before her head drops down again. Our bodies mold together perfectly. "Fuck, Crayvin. Yes, just like that," she cries out. My name is a whimper on her tongue. I bite back a groan and my breath hitches as my eyes focus on her tattoo. I drop my head and place a kiss on the black ink, my breathing erratic and hot against her skin.

I melted in the sweetness of this kiss and his scent. Is this a male stripper... My second chance?!