We Kiss In The Shadows Novels & Stories

Serena softly whispered as a small smile spread across Shadow's face. "You wish is my command, little one," Shadow said as he ripped open a condom wrapper from the bedside table and placed it on himself. "After this, you're ours, no going back to your fool of a mate," he said slowly pushing himself into her. Serena closed her eyes, adjusting to his length. He began slowly pumping in and out of her. Serena wrapped her legs around him, drawing him in closer.

Shadow took the chance to yank off her hand and leaped inside the warehouse, forgetting her cool demeanor that was supposed to be the facade. “My Lord.” Keira followed her from behind. Desperately tried to control the excitement of the lord, yet to no avail. As the scent of Shaman engulfed her when she entered the warehouse, Shadow felt the most pressing urge to wet her lips at the mere thought of that faceless shaman, waiting for her in an open arm, smiling happily at her. Then, Shadow would kiss that vassal, tell her how much she loved him, telling him that she didn’t mean to do it. She was half coerced to do it.

Maria put her hands around shadow neck as she smile at him. "As you wish madam" shadow said for Maria to drag him in and kiss him so hard. shadow kissed Maria back raising her up as she crossed her legs around him. The two people kissed until Maria break it. "Calm boy, this is my husband office. Don't worry, we will do it at the usual." Maria clean his lips smiling. Shadow drop her down arranging his clothes before leaving the office making Maria to smile, just one by one, each of them will taste what she felt when she saw Theo in his death chair.

The kiss that followed wasn't a greeting—it was a collapse of every wall we had built to stay professional, to stay safe, to stay apart. ​My shadows flared, filling the room in a velvet rush, swallowing the firelight until there was nothing left but the two of us and the brilliant, gold-white glow of his essence. We moved toward the bed, the world outside the door fading into insignificance. Every touch was a discovery, every breath a shared secret, until the weight of the shadows and the brilliance of the light finally became one.

Vyrelen asked, and his eyes widened with surprise and hope. "Yes, of course I love you," Dika said matter of factly. "If I did not love you at all, do you really think I would do this?" And then without any warning at all, Dika tilted her head forward and pressed her lips against his in a kiss. This action surprised Vyrelen quite a bit and he froze for just a second. But then he returned the kiss eagerly, wrapping his arms around her. As they kissed, his shadows began surrounding them both, swirling around their bodies like black mist. And soon enough the shadows dispersed and faded away, and when they cleared, Dika and Vyrelen were no longer standing in his room anymore. ***

I was getting really tired of Adrian repeating things back to me that I obviously had no clue about. "I—I'm sorry, Rose. Truly, I am," a serious look covered his handsome features and his tone took on a slightly more ominous note. A chill began to run through me at his sudden change and I sat up to pull my knees to my chest, bracing for what he was about to say next. "Shadow kissed is a result of someone being brought back from the dead by a Spirit user. It isn't very common but there have been recorded instances of it happening and some studies have even been documented." I tried to take a deep breath, but my body suddenly seized up. I sat there motionless, unable to think or speak. Adrian

Slowly, tentatively, she leaned into him, her lips brushing against his in a kiss that was soft at first, hesitant, testing the waters of a trust she so desperately needed but feared to fully give. Damon’s arms wrapped around her, drawing her closer until there was no space left between them. The kiss deepened, hungry and urgent, a promise of passion amidst the chaos. His hands tangled in her hair, his body pressing hers into the plush cushions, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both. Yet even as the heat between them grew, the shadows outside the penthouse window reminded them that danger was never far. The world they were trying to build—together—was fragile, woven with lies

She just walked, her footsteps steady and sure, disappearing into the deepening twilight, leaving me standing alone on the sidewalk, the phantom sting of the blade a cold, permanent brand on my soul. I had tried to haunt her. I had tried to force my way back into her consciousness. Instead, I had forced her to show me the monster I had created. I had backed a queen into a corner and made her reveal the claws I never knew she possessed. And I knew, with a certainty that settled deep into the marrow of my bones, that I had lost her forever. Not just as a lover, but as any kind of presence in her life. The ghost of Amelia was gone, exorcised by my own hand. In her place stood Eva Rossi, a warri

Kowloon’s underworld pulsed with danger, its narrow alleys hiding The Shadow’s hidden stronghold, a fortified warehouse buried in Hong Kong’s neon sprawl. Kai Castellano moved through the shadows, his black jacket torn, his icy blue eyes burning with resolve. The Shadow’s network, tied to Dmitri Volkov and exposed at the summit, threatened their empire—Castellanos and La Rosa Nera—with a global war. Lorenzo’s betrayal, Alessio’s death, and Valentina’s sacrifice scarred Kai, but Gianna’s desperate kiss in the alley anchored him. His shoulder wound ached, his jaw clenched, their love a flame that burned through his pain.

I reached out, my hands encircling her waist, and gently but firmly pulled her to her feet. The movement brought us face to face, and the air between us crackled with unspoken tension. Without further preamble, I reached out and pulled her even closer. Our lips met in a fervent kiss, the heat of the moment pushing aside all my thoughts. My hands roamed her succulent thighs,. Feeling the warmth of her tongue as the kiss deepened. The world outside for a moment ceased to exist as we lost ourselves in the rain of lust. The insistent ringing of my phone shattered raunchy session.