Today’s post is going to pack a little heat! Can you handle it? One thing I always get comments on is how much readers enjoy the kisses in the Of Witches and Warlocks series. Those of you who followed my last tour know I’m a big fan of kissing! So today I have a very SPECIAL TREAT in store for you. I will be featuring a kiss from each of the books…yep…1 through 5!! I worked hard to choose kisses that would keep things spoiler free. I will try to keep things brief, but that’s sort of difficult since Vance doesn’t do things briefly! LOL I hope you will enjoy!
Kiss #1: The Trouble with Spells
His touch only increased my reaction to him and I reached out to pull him closer to me, enveloping him in a deep passionate kiss, opening my mouth to his invasion.
I released everything I had pent up inside of me back into him, and he wrapped his arms tightly around me, answering my intensity, before his hands slid up to tangle in my hair. His mouth pressed even harder against my lips and he continued to devour them.
My pulse was racing, on fire, and I could feel the same emanating from him. It was like someone had lit a match to gasoline, causing an explosion we had no control over, and I could think of only one thing. I wanted more.
I didn’t even know how it had happened, but somehow that infernal quilt separating us finally got pushed out of the way and he moved, laying his body over the top of mine. I welcomed his heated weight against me, and my hands found their way up under his shirt. I ran them feverishly over his hard muscled back, pressing him even closer to me.
His lips left my mouth, sliding over my face to the skin of my neck, and he bit me lightly, trailing little love bites down to my collar bone and I couldn’t help letting out a soft moan, my body naturally arching up against him when his tongue flicked out, licking a sensitive spot there.
Kiss #2: The Demon Kiss
Then kiss me.”
I knew I was tempting fate with this request, but I had to know how he would react.
He hesitated for a moment before he finally pulled me to him and kissed me gently.
I didn’t close my eyes. I wanted to see his reaction, and I found he didn’t close his eyes either, instead choosing to look deep into my mine.
He rolled me over suddenly, so I was on my back and he was leaning over me. He just looked at me for a minute, stroking my hair, and then he brought his mouth down to mine and kissed me like he was starving to death.
I felt the passion between us heat up quickly, but still I didn’t take my eyes off him. I saw the red color flash through his irises, signaling that his desires could be getting out of control.
He didn’t move from me, though, continuing to kiss me. As his fervor began to grow his eyes became redder still.
I watched him, until he left my face to trail his kisses down my throat to the purple mark that was so clearly visible on my neck. I closed my eyes and let him nibble slightly at the spot before he moved back up to my lips.
I reopened my eyes to stare into his flaming ones.
“You’re playing with fire you know,” he commented casually, brushing his lips against mine.
“Yes, I know.” I stared up at him.
“Why tempt fate? Or me for that matter?” He pulled back a little bit from me so he could look at me.
“Because, if you were going to lose it and do something awful to me, you’d have done it by now. You have more control over yourself than you think.”
“So you’re testing me then?”
He started kissing me again. This time a little more roughly, passionately. His hands tangled in my hair, occasionally leaving to run up and down my arms, stroking them.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him down against me tightly, kissing him back with everything I had.
I heard him let out a small groan, and he pulled back away from my mouth so he could kiss my cheek.
“We need to stop this,” he said and moved back down my neck to suck on that same spot again.
“No. I don’t want to.” I held him against me even harder.
I knew I was supposed to be just testing him, but I could feel that control slipping as he sucked at my throat.
“Don’t stop,” I said, breathless.
Kiss #3: Blood of the White Witch
He looked like some sort of mythical god standing in front of me with the very air crackling and swirling around him.
Suddenly his fingers felt very cold on my lips, and I looked down to see that the tips of them had ice on them also, and I realized my powers were transferring to him as well.
“Look at the two of us.” He grinned seductively while continuing to run his thumb over my lower lip. “Fire and Ice … literally.”
“How are you doing this?” I asked him.
“I’m not. It’s this place. It’s intensifying everything,” he replied dipping in to replace his thumb with his ever so hot lips.
Another shock of power rolled through me again, and my knees buckled so badly I would have fallen except he held me so firmly pinned there with his body. He kissed me feverishly, twisting his free hand into my hair, and I could feel the heat of his magic roll through me with the contact.
He burned so hot it was almost unbearable for me. I had never realized how cold my magic felt before this point, but getting to experience him in this way was shedding a whole new light on him for me.
He kissed me for a long, long time until I started to notice that both of our lips were becoming icy as well.
He broke the kiss with a laugh.
“We’re going to have to stop this, or you’re going to turn me to a block of ice.” He grinned.
“I don’t think that’s possible since my insides are currently on fire with your magic,” I breathed heavily.
“This has certainly been an interesting exchange of power between the two of us, hasn’t it?” he said, his gaze flitting over my face.
“Yes, it has been very enlightening,” I agreed.
He let out a sigh, leaning his forehead against mine, and I stared deeply into his blue eyes.
“I think I want to kiss you here all night long,” he said.
“That sounds divine,” I replied, watching him.
“Does it?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at me slightly. “I’ve never been so hot and cold all at the same time before in my life! I’m afraid if I continued, you might freeze off some of my body parts!” He winked, and I laughed out loud at him.
It was then that I noticed he actually had frost on his eyebrows, and I smiled, reaching up to brush it off.
“I guess we could always take the kissing someplace less magical,” I suggested to him.
“Kissing you is always magical, Portia, no matter where we are. And what tends to follow it is even more so.”
“You know what I mean,” I said, shoving at his shoulder slightly with my free hand.
He just laughed, swinging me up into his arms. He proceeded to carry me, electrical storm and all, to the edge of the circle.
Kiss #4: The Dark Rising
He could still feel the connection between us I realized as I stared up at him. But I didn’t have time to contemplate the meaning of that because he leaned in, dipping down to kiss me on the mouth, touching me only with his lips and nothing else.
I closed my eyes and savored his soft and tender touch, not even able to breathe as an explosion of sparks rushed through my body, just like they always had whenever he'd kissed me in the past.
He pulled away from me suddenly, and I glanced up to look at him, seeing him staring at me with a strange emotion in his eyes.
I held still not moving an inch while I waited for him to decide what he was feeling.
It only took a second to make up his mind.
He reached out and grabbed me to him, wrapping one arm around my waist and reaching up to thread the other hand into my hair. His lips found mine again, meeting me with the same intensity of days gone by, his tongue coaxing my mouth open in our old familiar dance.
He kissed me long and hard, almost frantically, for several moments. Then the hand which was tangled in my hair, softly yanked my head to the side, and his lips left mine to work his way over my cheek. He trailed down my neck to his favorite spot, licking over the sensitive area once before he closed his mouth over it to begin sucking hard, so hard I knew he would leave a mark.
My heart was pounding, but I didn’t stop him. I wanted him to want me.
He moved back to my mouth, and I wound my arms around his neck, running my fingers into his damp hair.
I found my knees backed up against the bed and he pushed me until we both fell over, bouncing onto its soft surface together.
Kiss #5: Possession of Souls
“I’ve failed you in every way possible!” his voice wrenched into an anguished sound and a haunted look of agony replaced the anger in his eyes as tears immediately appeared back in them again.
“Oh, Vance,” I called out to him, pulling my limbs from his grasp and grabbing his face once more before crushing my lips to his.
He answered me instantly, wrapping his arms around my body and rolling me over so that he leaned over the top of me. He kissed me with a wild desperation I had never felt from him before, like a man who was drowning, struggling for his last breath, and I could feel the wetness of his tears as they fell from his eyes to mingle with my own.
He ravaged my mouth until I was sure it was bruised from the assault before he lifted his head to kiss the damp trails on my cheeks, moving down until his face was cradled into the crook my neck.
“I can’t lose you again, Portia,” he said, his voice muffled against my skin. He finally let loose then and gave into the sobs, letting them rack his body.
I just held him against me, not speaking and let him cry while I cried with him, stroking my fingers over his hair and down his neck as I tried to comfort him. I'd never seen him like this before, so unsure, so defeated, and I had to admit it scared me more than a little. He had always been the strong and confident one.
Well there you have it folks! If that doesn’t excite you…I don’t know what will!!