Vampire Kisses Book Novels & Stories

I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him again, this time while he rocks his hips up and down, smoothly sliding in and out of me. It's bliss, and I can't get enough of him. My weight on top of him has him pushing so deep into me that I'm squirming a few seconds into it, and he grabs my ass with his hands, lifting and lowering me at the same time as he moves. I never imagined kissing a vampire, and even though I can feel his canines, they don't feel too sharp or threatening. His kisses are soft and slow, as if he's trying to make them last.

He replied as his hands were exploring my naked body. “How does it work? It’s not like I can bite you to suck you blood.” “Well for starters, I can do this.” He bit his lips and blood started to wet his lips. “When we kiss you can suck on it.” “If I let you feed on me, would you promise not to kill me?” “Why would I do that?” “Last night, I remember Sam explaining that a vampire can kill humans by sucking the life out of them.” I stated. “Yes but I would never kill you. What else did Sam told you?”

She tilted Raven’s face up with gentle fingers. Their lips met. Not tentative. Not childish. Deep. Passionate. Victoria kissed her like she was pouring centuries of stillness into one stolen moment—slow, deliberate, stealing Raven’s breath until the world narrowed to the cool press of lips, the faint metallic sweetness of vampire skin, the thud of Raven’s own heartbeat echoing against Victoria’s unmoving chest. Raven’s fingers curled into the fabric at Victoria’s hips; Victoria’s nails grazed lightly against her scalp, sending shivers down her spine.

I whispered, my voice filled with conviction. Kie's lips crashed against mine, his kiss passionate and desperate. I felt his fangs descend, and I knew he was lost in his desire. I was too. Our lips moved in perfect sync, our tongues entwining as we devoured each other. I could feel his erection growing. I knew he was hurting, and what he needed to stop the pain. I was the only one who could do this, his vampire speed took over, and he took me somewhere I didn't even know where we were, and I didn't care. his lips kissing me hard with great passion.

But I only grinned at him, revelling in my victory. Suddenly, he attacked my neck from behind, pulling my head back by my hair. He unleashed his inner monster, biting my neck and sucking my blood with an insatiable hunger. I turned him around to face me and captured his lips with mine. He gripped my waist, pulling me closer, and we kissed passionately, our bodies igniting with desire. It wasn't a normal kiss—it was filled with both love and the taste of blood. He bit and sucked the blood from my lips. I was the happiest person alive, knowing that I was satisfying my vampire boyfriend's hunger.

Greg whispered and kissed my lips passionately. Even if I don't like what's happening, I just stood there and let him kiss me. But his lips are more intoxicating than his eyes. Before I knew it, I lost my consciousness. All I can see is darkness and I can also smell the scent of the roses that just made me give in to the sleepy spell the vampire had given me.

I pick her up and carry her to bed, kissing the top of her head; before I get the chance to pull away, she reaches out her arm to pull me back, and I grin as I lean down to kiss her sweet lips. Fuck….her lips might be icy cold, but damn, the kiss is hot, and before I know it, my tongue slips inside her mouth as the passion overtakes us both. Who knew a Vampire could kiss like this?

I whispered, my voice trembling like my soul already knew the answer. He didn’t reply with words. His eyes, wild and aching, met mine. He leaned in, kissed me softly… then bit. Slow and deliberate, his fangs pierced the base of my neck, and I gasped as the heat of his Vampiric Essence surged into me—claiming, sealing, binding. “MINE,” he growled, possessive and primal, licking over the bruise he’d created. His kisses turned frantic, as if trying to bury himself deeper inside my skin.

She had noticed he was quite open when it came to expressing himself although mave had said, dius had always been a mystery to her she couldn’t see it he seemed transparent to her “oh little tank your a bit early for our meeting” he said stopping she gawked unable to do anything else as she took in the picture of all of him almost naked, jesus he was magnificent. She had a need to lick all those droplets as he grabbed her wrist and fed. She blinked a couple of times to erase the picture of it as he stared waiting. He hadnt moved but he hadnt expressed anything either, she knew for a fact vampires could smell arousel but for some reason it never seemed to bother him when she got turned on, in

I don't remember having a sacred book with me. Hold on. Could it be the book that I thought belonged to my mom? "It's the book you almost destroyed," he informed me. Oh, maybe that's why he texted me to not tear it up. At that time I was so confused and thought he was a stalker. Little did I know he was actually a blood-sucking demon. Or was he? "Since you're a vampire, do you drink blood?" I asked because from what I know, they're always thirsty for blood and he hasn't shown any sign of that.