Yuri Kiss Novels & Stories

she challenged, crawling back onto his lap. Fugishigoro had reached his limit. The yandere inside snapped its chains. He abandoned the game entirely. In one swift motion, he captured her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue invaded her, claiming her as his hands finally seized those heavy breasts he had dreamed about for years. He squeezed them roughly, thumbs flicking over her nipples before pinching them hard. Kyomi moaned into his mouth, arching her back to press more of her soft tits into his palms.

His large hands squeeze my hips pulling me even closer, I feel a hard bulge a little below my navel and this makes me even more aroused, I press my breasts against his strong chest and pull the hair on the back of his neck, a small noise is released from his mouth and this is enough to make me think of nothing else but what we are doing. Our tongues duel in the most delicious way possible. It is as if I have found my little piece of paradise, I have never felt so many things mixed together as I am feeling now in this kiss. My lungs protest for more air and slowly our kiss stops, he rests his forehead on mine, it is peeling. I see him with his eyes closed, I watch his tongue going around his

I have to bite my lip to hold back the tears. His gaze drops to the spot, making my pupils dilate as if I were incapable of resisting for another moment. Yurich puts his hand on the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss, in which he bites my lip, causing a gasp to escape, using it to his advantage to slip his tongue into my mouth. Tilting our faces and commanding the kiss into something hot, strong, and possessive. His hand was on my waist as a support for my trembling legs. I raise my hand and pull him by the lapel of his suit, needing more of him. The smug smile at the corner of his lips reddened by the kiss.

Then Yulian turned those dark eyes on me. “Maya.” My name sounded like a confession in his mouth. In Kayden’s mouth. God, this was going to break me. I reached for him before I could think better of it. My fingers found the front of his shirt—Kayden’s shirt on Yulian’s soul—and I pulled him in. The kiss was messy, desperate, nothing like the careful way Kayden and I had been circling each other. Yulian kissed like a man who’d been starving in silence. Teeth, tongue, a low sound in his throat that vibrated straight down my spine.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

She nods but feels a rush of emotions swirling inside her. The urge to lean in, to close the distance between them, is overwhelming. Before she fully realizes what she’s doing, she leans in, and their lips meet in a brief, electric kiss. It’s soft and tentative, filled with the weight of everything unsaid. But just as quickly, Maya pulls away, a flush creeping across her cheeks. “I—” she stammers, her mind racing. “Why the sudden change of behavior?” Yuri asks, a teasing lilt in his voice, though his eyes hold a hint of seriousness.

Without truly thinking, I stepped toward him, sealing everything in a warm, intense kiss. Romain’s lips were tender, and I couldn’t help but yield, savoring the passion of the moment. He wrapped his arms around me, his hands sliding along my waist, drawing me closer with matching intensity. Fueled by alcohol and desire, I let myself sink deeper, carried by the surge of adrenaline.

I sighed. Yūri yawned, stretching after we finished the call with the girls. “I’m starving.” she announced. I chuckled, wrapping my arms around her pulling her into me. “Hungry for food? Or for…” I waggled my eyebrows with a grin. Yūri’s laughter filled my eyes as her lips pressed into mine in a hot, hungry kiss. Oh good, she’s hungry for that. I’m starving for her. I can practically taste her juices already. I need to log some time with my face between those thighs, and now is preferable. I tried to chase her lips as she pulled away, but she laughed, pressing her hands on my chest.

Fisting my hands in his shirt, I whisper, "Ding, Ding, Round 3!" Pulling him down close enough to nip at his bottom lip, Dragon curses under his breath in Spanish, then crashes into me. The kiss was a bayou storm—untamed, all-consuming, devouring the space between ‘yours’ and ‘mine’. I was the drought-parched earth; he was the lightning strike. Our tongues clashed like two weather fronts, and when he bit my lip, I tasted copper and the promise of rain. Flipping me onto my back, his laughter muffled against my mouth. His hands roam but linger at the hem of my shirt, asking permission. I nod, breathless.

“It’s barely been five days.” Confusion crashed over me and I stared at the way her manicured fingers curled possessively around his forearm, at the casual intimacy of her posture and my mouth opened, closed, opened again. “Kael, who is she?” I pressed, voice thinner than I intended. Before he could answer, she turned her head toward me, lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. “Well, I’m Yuri,” she drawled. “Kael’s concubine.”