Novel & Cerita The Kissing Bandit

I blink hard, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Can I... put them on you?" I ask hesitantly. King rises, smirking. "Go ahead, kitten." I slide the band onto his finger, my hands trembling just a little. Then I grab the front of his shirt and yank him down for a kiss, tasting the steel and promise and fire that is him. "I love you, King," I murmur against his lips. Mason steps forward next. Patient. Unshakable. I slide the band onto his hand, and kiss his knuckles, whispering, "I love you, Mason."

Kai bandaged Gianna’s shoulder, his touch gentle, their kiss a memory that softened his edges. “You’re reckless,” he muttered, his voice warm, taping the bandage. “Taking hits again.” Gianna smirked, her hand covering his, lingering. “You’re one to talk. That kiss was pretty reckless.” His eyes blazed, a rare smile flickering. “Worth it,” he said, his voice low, their closeness a pulse in the quiet. Marsh interrupted, his voice gruff. “Summit’s at noon. Dante’s got mercs, bombs, the works. We hit them first, or we’re done.”

I immediately touched his manhood slowly coming to life. He pulled his lips away from me to protest but I kept moving my hand. He groaned and closed his eyes. I smiled as I looked at his face. I kissed him on the neck, down to his chest and I avoided the bandaged where his wound is. I kissed his abs before completely taking off his pajamas. His hard member sprung free. I licked my lips when I saw how hard he is.

All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses. Dean's hands flew all over me, touching me in places I hadn't been touched in quite a while. I felt the lust coursing through his body as he tugged at my shirt, and I wanted more. I wanted it so badly that I found myself jumping up and wrapping my legs around him before he even had the chance to remove my shirt. His hands grabbed me around the waist and held me up as we passionately kissed each other. My fingers went to the bottom of his ripped t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

I smiled gratefully. “A kiss would suffice.” Linden whistled before he shook to laugh. “That’s my boy.” “Shut up, Linden,” he said as he leaned on the counter to kiss me on the lips. My cheeks heated, and everyone on the counter just applauded us. “Get that, asshole. She’s taken, and she’s mine,” he said, raising the glass at the band. “That was me, toolbag.” Linden laughed. “Gotcha, my friend.” “Well, shit.”

He kisses the young man's ankles, moving back and forth from left to right, and begins to press his lips higher up Goldie's legs. Goldie Lockhart feels a large rush of desire inside his body. He leans his head back against the wall and lets out a soft cry as the older man kisses his young skin. The capo's eyes look very dark and bright, and he lets out a low moan. Jack Horner kisses Goldie's knees and keeps moving his mouth higher up, draping the young man's legs over his broad shoulders so he can kiss the sensitive skin of his inner thighs.

Cassian deepened the kiss slightly, savoring the taste of her lips before pulling back, his breath warm against her skin. Hailey's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze as a mischievous smile spread across his face. He glanced at her hands still resting above her head, noticing the band she often played with. "You always keep this in your hands, don't you?" he murmured, his voice teasing as he gently took the band from her fingers. She usually wears a hair band on her wrist, which she uses whenever she needs to tie her hair into a bun.

He hooked his arm around the shoulder of the little bandit and asked, "Darling, do you like the flowers I gave you?" Gisselle's back was covered with goosebumps, and she slapped his salty pig hand with a palm. "I can't believe you're so foolish!" At first, there was a teasing element. Looking at Gisselle's expression, Broderick suddenly said, "Little bandit, have you never received flowers from a man before?" "Bullshit!" Gisselle was stepped on her tail for a moment and glared at him, saying, "The first time I received flowers, you were still a virgin!"

Beside her stood a young woman in a loose sweater, holding a baby boy no older than a year in her arms. On her left ring finger was a simple band, nearly identical to ours.

"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.