Demon Slayer Kiss Novels & Stories

The kiss was a possessive demand, a silent command that left no room for argument. Even while his lips were still on mine, Ryker moved with a savage purpose. He spread my legs, unzipped his trousers, and slammed his cock into me in one swift, brutal motion. The sudden, deep invasion made my vision go white. I gasped and moaned into the kiss, a sound that was a mix of shock and pleasure, but Ryker was too lost in the moment to even notice my struggle for air.

My fingers clawed at the stone, my muscles screaming at me to throw her off. She leaned down, her forehead pressed to mine. My eyes found hers, and the demon shrieked. Solana cupped my face, her thumbs firm along my jaw. "You're not alone," she whispered. "I won't leave. I won't betray you. I'm right here." And then she kissed me. The impact stole my breath. Everything else faded but her warm heat and the taste of her. The demon slammed against my skull, raging, trying to tear me apart, but it couldn't get past the barrier now.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

Leo had sent me to sensory heaven two times in the space of a single shower. He held his body against mine, slowing his pace to a stop. Then he leaned forward and gently kissed me, teasing me with his lips. I brought my hand up to his face, smiling contentedly as we kissed. My fingers danced down his shoulders, making their way down across his biceps. His skin was slick with moisture, causing my hands to slide easily along.

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

he replied, fighting back a grin. ​"I hate you!" ​"I love you, agapi mou," Damon replied, capturing her lips in a kiss. "Stop being jealous. You're the only one I love." ​As the kiss deepened, she tried to pull away. "Stop it, Damon. I have a meeting at ten this morning," she protested, even as his kisses trailed down her neck. ​"This will be quick," he rasped. ​Katerina was amazed by how fast he could be. Before she knew it, the playfulness turned into a heated, rhythmic passion that left her breathless.

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

He put his palm on the wall as he moved closer to me and caged me in his strong arms, leaving me no space to escape. “Serena!” he spoke, bringing his lips close to my ear. Everything of his was intimidating including his hoarse voice. After all, he was the devil himself. “Hayden…” I couldn’t take proper breath as his fingers started to stroke my cheek. He clenched his jaw as he brought his finger close to my lips and his eyes darkened. The next thing he said scared me to the core. “I don’t understand if I should kiss you or kill you.” Though I was sure I wouldn’t die in his hands, I could not stop shivering. I looked into his tear-filled eyes which were gleaming with millions of emotions. He

Damon said. “Now we were going to ask you for an update but maybe we should ask the underbride to be.” Before Young could protest or stop him, Diamanté had reanimated Asha with a snap of his fingers. Asha nearly choked on the wine and words she had been sipping and saying at the swift change, taking in the familiar faces from the bookstore that now sat at the table and the frozen restaurant patrons. Diamanté waved his fingers at Asha teasingly and asked, “how goes the progress to you joining in unholy matrimony with our dear Blood?”

Damon didn’t sleep. Again. The sheets still smelled like her. Or maybe it was a memory. Either way, it strangled him. That kiss… It was nothing like before. It wasn’t love. It was punishment. And God help him—he wanted more of it. His lips still burned with the weight of her mouth. Her breath. Her words. “This kiss isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.” He replayed it a thousand times. And every time it ended the same — with her pulling away. And him… standing in the middle of everything he broke.