Tori And Jade Kiss Novels & Stories

he said. Jade raised a brow. "God..." A beat of silence. "I'm sorry, Elliot. I love you so much and I want you to fuck me so hard till I come" Jade said. Elliot smirked. Jade let out a low, shaky gasp as Elliot's hand finally slid back down, His hands went deep into Elliot's hair, pulling him down into a deep, bruised kiss. The rest of the world, media, hockey world vanished deep into the rest of the night.

To say she was surprised was an understatement. "Wow, you must really want Logan to get lost." Tori surmise in a tone of surprise. Tori and I have been best friends from freshman year, so she knew me well. She knew I would never do something so impulsive without a motive. "So, what did Logan do?" "He stormed away." I replied, feeling a small bit of satisfaction. Tori smile. "Serves him right. Hopefully, he will stop bothering you now." I nodded my head in agreement. We were silent for a while, until Tori spoke again. "What was it like kissing a boy like Tyler?"

But most of all, I tell him that I'm sorry he's not free to live a different life, a life free of darkness, away from the cartel. When I try to break the kiss, he stops me. His hand goes to the back of my head, cupping me. He crushes me to him, pressing his lips hard against mine, taking what I was offering and then so much more. Andres' kiss is desperate as he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth. When I try to pull back again his other arm slides across the back of my shoulders and he anchors me against him, forcing me to accept his kiss. I taste his desperation mixed with dominance and rising passion. And while my body quickly responds to his demand, like in the shower, my mind rebels.

It made me shudder as his arms continued tightening around me. "R-Rogie," I called. "Stop kissing me." I tried to glare to him but I only meet his soft gaze. "Why are you doing this?" "It might be the last time that I can kiss you. Let me." And he was attacking my lips again. My hand held the back of his hair and pulled it back but he only deepen the kiss. When he broke the second time, my eyes were closed shut and panting heavily. He brought my head to his chest where I stayed still for a few minutes to run after my breathe.

He asked for this. “Let’s go, Vikings,” Maven announced referring to his teammates. He then looked at me apologetically then cupped my cheeks. “Sorry for that, mosh. I love you,” he whispered then kissed me.

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

I breathed. A low, guttural sound escaped Jade's throat. Before I could draw another breath, his hand moved from my neck to the back of my head, his fingers tangling into my dark hair. He leaned down and slammed his lips onto mine. The kiss was explosive. It wasn't like the cold, punishing display at the altar. This was pure, unadulterated fire—a violent collision of three weeks of built-up frustration, suppressed desire, and unspoken need.

Her outfit screamed gothic rebellion: ripped black jeans, combat boots, a choker, and dark lipstick that made her smirk even more intimidating. "Hey, babe," Millie called out, her tone instantly softening in that way it always did around Tori. I couldn’t help but wish someone would look at me like that. Tori looked up, her eyes lighting up in a way I hadn’t seen before. "There’s my girl." Before I could even process it, they were already kissing—like full-on, hands-in-hair, not-a-care-in-the-world kissing. Right there in front of everyone. I froze. "Oh—okay. Um. Wow."

And saw me. And everything on his face softened. Like the noise didn’t matter. Like the crowd didn’t matter. He started toward me. And that’s when it happened. Tori. She moved like she owned the field. Blonde hair bouncing, cheer jacket open, high on victory adrenaline. She ran straight toward Noah. Before my brain could catch up, she jumped. Arms around his neck. And kissed him. Not quick. Not accidental. A full, dramatic, look-at-me kiss. The world inside my head went silent.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching, and there she was, Tori herself. Tori opened the heavy cell door, her eyes glistening with profound relief at my safety. The dim light from the hallway framed her delicate features, which had been etched with worry during my captivity. I had countless questions swirling in my mind, but before I could utter a word, she silenced me with a kiss, her soft lips pressed fervently against mine. Her fingers began to trace my body, their touch igniting a cascade of sensations that reverberated through me. "Claim me. Now," she whispered, her voice a sultry invitation that left no room for doubt.