Novel & Cerita Demon Slayer Kiss

I mumbled. “What's a kissing spell?” he sounded curious. “Oh, that?” I laughed faintly, “Just a family curse… In short, I kissed you. Now, if you don't kiss me back before my 30th birthday, I will die… or I can give up on my magic…” I chuckled and looked at him. He became serious. He moved closer to me. “Is that all? All I have to do is kiss you?” he slowly leaned over me. “N-no…” I gulped seeing his face inches away from mine, “You… would have to feel something towards me… The kiss should carry equally intense emotions… as the ones I felt when I gave you mine…”

Mikhail did not intend to break the kiss for a second. But someone rudely tore me away from the man I wanted at the moment. And now I'm already pressed to another male. Other lips kiss me. Cold lips. Maroon... The same exacting kiss, but at the same time with everything else. In the hands of Michael, I burned. In the hands of Marun, he burns. As if my mere presence made the demon come alive. The demon's lips were getting stronger and warmer. And again, my female does not resist ...

CHAPTER 11 Beautiful yet Destructive~ JASMINE VALE Dormani didn't stop, he pushed me down the table, spread my private lips, and feasted as though he was a starved man in the Sahara. I screamed, my hands finding his gelled hair as he did something no man had ever done to my body. "Oh god....God, no..." "It's Dormani mia bambina. Dormani not God." He huskily said, pressing kisses on my privates.

I admitted still trying to catch my breath from the kiss. That was all he needed to hear before he captured my lips again. I took off his coat that I was wearing without breaking the kiss. He didn't waste any time and lay me in the bed. He took off his shirt and positioned his head in between my thighs. I can almost feel his tongue when my bedroom door swung open and I shrieked in horror when I saw Luna. "Holy shit." Luna exclaimed when Liam looked at her direction as I tried to compose myself. "What the fuck!" Liam yelled at her and she stepped back when he got up from the bed. “What do you want?”

“Is there by chance, would you love a demon like me?” Right afore Keatton could respond, Damon sealed his lips with a kiss.

Alex wrapped his legs around Damian’s waist, pulling him deeper. “Come back to me,” he whispered against his lips. “I love you. Not the demon. Not the dominant. You.” The kiss deepened. Love burned brighter than the possession. The entity shrieked as it was forced out blue and red energy exploding from Damian’s body in a crackling burst. It hovered in the air for one second, writhing, before dissipating into nothing with a final, fading scream. Damian collapsed on top of Alex, breathing hard, eyes clear again.

Not touching me. “Then let’s rebuild,” Demon says. In that gravelly voice that smells like night. Like sin. John steps closer. Trails his cold fingers across my cheek. “No one else gets to have you. Just us.” And he kisses me. The kiss is slow. Needed. A balm. But when Demon leans in behind me and bites my neck, everything changes. We end up on the floor. The rug becomes our secret altar, soaked in lust and fury. They throw me into the center like the world outside no longer exists.

"Just like her mother. Just like us." I turned my head and kissed him again, slower this time, lingering in the warmth of it. He kissed me back with aching tenderness, a silent dialogue of love that transcended words. When I pulled away, Ranon was already leaning in for his own. His lips were soft, his kiss deeper, more possessive, laced with primal heat and unwavering devotion. Alaric's kiss came last—confident, slow, and full of the silent reverence that always left my heart trembling, a quiet anchor to our shared reality.

"Is that supposed to be a kiss? Do you need me to teach you how?" Before Dean could respond, he lowered his head and kissed him. This time, it wasn’t a mere fleeting touch, but a deep kiss, filled with intensity, dominance, and an unmistakable sense of control. Shawn's lips pressed firmly against his, his tongue expertly slipping past his teeth, and slithered into his mouth, greedily claiming his breath.

he murmured. Exactly. I felt dizzy and bereft when his heat and intoxicating smell left me. I wanted him back. “That was…” I shook my head and tried to recapture my equilibrium. “That was…” “Not enough,” he finished for me before coming in for more and drowning me back under. The next kiss wasn’t quite as soft. A little more demanding, a little more urgent, he slid four fingers around the back of my neck while his thumb traced my jaw. His mouth opened and tongue sought mine. I met him lick for lick, greedy for another round.