Novel & Cerita A Kiss From A Demon

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

The walls he'd built around himself, the distance he had maintained—all crumbled. He closed his eyes, released his breath, and kissed Roman back—hard. The kiss was desperate, wrong, addictive—but he still didn't stop. Roman's tongue slid into Lysan's mouth, exploring, and Lysan gave way for him, enjoying the taste of Roman's soft, supple lips. Roman let out a low growl as his hand slid into his hair, pulling him closer into the kiss. Roman kissed him hard, his tongue crashing onto Lysan's, moving out to swipe over Lysan's lips.

"What happened to you after the second kiss?" "My senses become more sensitive. I can hear and see on a longer range. I am stronger ten or twenty times than an ordinary human and I feel hungry all the time like I need to feed the demon inside me." "In addition to that, she turns into a demon with long sets of horns, pale skin and visible purple veins, and scary pitch-black eyes. She single-handedly defeated the pack of lycanthropes when we were ambushed on our way to Fugly," Dylan said.

I whispered when he leaned in closer, I felt a wave of shiver run down my spine, my breath fanning against his when he swept his tongue softly against my lips. The warmth of his hand filling every part of my body, I leaned in closer, until his lips were on mine, the electrifying feeling jolted through my body as he devoured my lips. He didn’t kiss me like he cared for me or loved me, he kissed me like he wanted to prove to me I belonged to him, he kissed me to respect the devotion I had toward him, he kissed me like every part of me belonged to him only. My hand dances across his wavy thick hair, and a man slips out of my lips, and I pull away.

I wanted to feel them in my hand. "Well what?"I said, rather crossly I'll admit. I don't like getting interrupted mid fantasy, and I was annoyed with myself for fantasising about a demon. Never mind the dry streak; there's no excuse. "Well, what about my kiss? I'm not a deal demon, but I can get one who will testify in an open court that a bargain was struck, and we both know that deal demons are the best witnesses." I rolled my eyes. She was incorrigible.

he smirked as his eyes shimmered. "You dropped me in the past for one, and your eyes… they aren’t human., and you have fangs." I pointed out. “Perceptive little flame.” He spoke proudly as he walked toward me, instinctively I backed up, running out of space. I hit the wall as he leaned down to me, barely an inch between his lips and mine. “Well, as I told you, I am a demon.” He breathed as he went to close the space between us. I went to move to the side but met his arm, his other hand holding my chin. He kissed me, I went to slap him, but he grabbed my wrist to stop me.

My face showed no sign of being sorry at all, there was only wickedness and excitement for what I was about to do. I eyed her pouty red lips, licked my own as I kept staring, my throat worked up and down. "Damn!" Those lips were truly kissable, not being able to resist any longer, I captured them with mine, taking my time as I sucked them slowly. She moved, two deep lines forming on her forehead, but before she could open her eyes I made her faint again. I wasn't done with her so she was not allowed to wake up yet, I carried on kissing her, this time parting her lips, playing with her tongue, damn! My hands lifted her up groaning, I positioned her on my lap securely since she was like a dead

I open my eyes the moment I hear my mobile ringing. And he wasn’t there anymore, where the hell did, he go? Did I really just kiss a demon? My head starts to spin as slowly the things started to sink in. I just made a deal with a demon, sold my body to him, and I freaking nearly made out with him. Okay, hot but still a demon, what the hell is wrong with me. And the guy- demon then just disappears on me. As if real humans retaliating wasn’t enough.

He had known many women throughout his life, too many to count, but it had always been different: distant, controlled, detached enough that intimacy never became more than a passing distraction. Until now. Because Lyria was different. It was her quiet laughter, her long hair falling freely down her back, the sweetness in her eyes that carried an innocence almost dangerous in its sincerity. It was the awkwardness in her manners that should have irritated him but instead disarmed him completely. Her presence wrapped around him like strong wine, intoxicating and addictive, settling slowly into his senses and refusing to leave. For the first time in many years, the Demon King found himself think

he said to the demon to let him know he could charge him anytime in exchange for the information. “Fine. If you’re really into him, I can’t stop you. But give me a kiss at least. Is that okay?” The demon looked at him with admiration at the back of his mask. “Okay. Just one kiss,” he agreed because he wanted that scene to end. He also wanted to see the demon’s face hiding behind the mask. But the demon covered his eyes with one of his hands. “Don’t move. You can’t see my face. It’s not that I am ugly. I just don’t want you to see it.”