Vampire Kisses Novel Novels & Stories

As his palm traced a path up and down her back, then slid over her shoulder and began to massage the rim of her breast, she became acutely aware of the sensations that were taking place within her. She attempted to push him away when he claimed her lips with his, but any idea of resistance or thought at all gone as his mouth closed over hers as he captured her lips with his. She was taken aback by how much she enjoyed his kiss. After all, he was a vampire, yet his kiss was unlike anything that she had ever experienced before. As she pulled him closer, her fingers became entangled in the hair around his nape, and she was suddenly and irrationally eager for the sensation of his body pressing a

“It was supposed to be the other way around.” She smiled back. “You saved me, too,” she said. But before the two of them could collect themselves, suddenly, there was another crash. They turned to see, in the far corner of the church, several more windows get shattered. She could not believe it. Who could it be now? In flew Kyle, Sergei, and Kendra. The three of them spread throughout the air, each holding unusual weapons, and flying right for them. At the same time, the huge doors opened from the rear of the church, and in poured hundreds of new vampires, all clearly loyal to Kyle.

He held my warm body and set me down, then slowly lifted my dress, kissed my thighs, and dipped down my wet cave. I took a deep breath, and my eyes narrowed as his tongue slowly licked my flower, and I just realized that I was not dreaming, this is real. I opened my eyes and looked at the man who was passionately kissing me down there—The King of Vampires devouring me like there’s no tomorrow. I spread my legs wider, and whispered, “O—oh…y-yes.” I stuttered, and swallowed my own saliva because I’m really near to reach my peak.

Was that where they slept? She tried to think back to all the vampire lore she had ever heard. Sleeping in coffins. Awake at night. Superhuman strength and speed. Pain in the sunlight. It all seemed to add up. She herself felt some pain in the sun. But it wasn’t unbearable. And she was impervious to the holy water. What’s more, this place, the Cloisters, was filled with crosses: there were enormous crosses everywhere. Yet it didn’t seem to affect these vampires. In fact, this seemed to be their home. She wanted to ask Caleb about all of this, and more, but didn’t know how to begin. She settled on the last one.

he asked, his voice dropping into a rasp that made the hair on my arms stand up. "Like you want to devour me or something," I blurted out. The adrenaline, the exhaustion, and the sudden influx of carbs had made my filter vanish. "Oh, yes," he said, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. "I definitely want to." Before the word 'to' had even finished leaving his lips, he moved. It wasn't a slow lean… it was a predatory strike. He lunged across the center console, his hand cupping the back of my neck to pull me forward. When his lips hit mine, it wasn't the gentle, "Golden Boy" kiss I would have expected from a movie. It was all passion, all teeth, and all hunger.

As her last words flutter through the air, she moves to the front of the group. I have heard fairy tales of love at first sight; I never believed them until now. As my eyes fall upon hers, my heart flips in my chest, and my skin feels cold, shivers run through me, and a sense of longing floods through my veins. “Who are you?” I whisper as she closes the gap between us. “Leave us.” She demands of her friends before returning her attention to me. “My name is Sydney Beckwith. I have learned a lot about you and your family.” “Why?” “One must know who the future Queen is and who could possibly take over the Kingdom one day. Not to mention, you worked with my cousin before, and he told me that you

Something shifts. The space between us, it's not a battlefield anymore. It's charged and I was so aware of everything. Her hand in mine. The sound of her breathing. The fierce, focused look in her eyes. The blood pulsing in the veins, that sweet smell of human blood I have tried to ignore. There was this unwelcome heat starting in my chest, a feeling I buried centuries ago. I hate this damn feeling. A vampire is supposed to be dead. Everything in him, his heart and emotions. I hate her for making me feel this way.

Kathrena had been reading chapter five, but even as I read the embossed V I could see the chapter title beneath: Vampyre and Werewolf Mate Bonds.

Her heart pounding madly, she began to decode it all. It began to dawn on her that this was not meant to be an entire book. It was meant to be one word per page, meant to spell out but a few sentences. A key. A code. A message, for the initiated. Meant only for the one who knew how to look. Caitlin checked off the words as she turned page after page, and she remembered them, and in her mind, sentences began to form: The last vampire will arise after 2,000 years have passed. She will rise across the ocean and will be named for the color of blood. To enter the city, one needs a key. And the key can only be found here.

The command sent a shiver through me, and I didn’t dare disobey. The kisses on my neck grew more intense as I felt the dress I was wearing dissolve away—literally—leaving me in just my underwear. I wasn’t even surprised; vampires had their tricks. Silas buried his face in my neck, deeply inhaling my scent like he was committing it to memory. At first, it felt like Silas was simply exploring, memorizing every inch of my skin. His lips grazed my neck, leaving soft bites in their wake, and I let out a shaky sigh. My body arched unconsciously toward him as his kisses wandered lower, down my torso.