Demon Slayer Kisses Novels & Stories

Aki smiled sweetly but did not open her mouth. “Nod if you mean yes.” Aki nodded. “Very well then. We’ll let you in on the plan… Now, I’ve already told you about the rumors in the mines, about how a den of Nagas had made a blood pact with the hiyasha in exchange for more Adamantine.” “That’s what I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Aki cut in. “Do you know which group of Slayers made the deal with the fire demon? They could only be fire-wielding Slayers, right?”

"Tell us what you need." "You. All of you. Now." Damon breaks the kiss long enough to pull my shirt over my head. His eyes darken as he takes me in. "Gorgeous. Always so gorgeous." His mouth finds my breast, tongue circling before he takes the peak between his teeth. Not gentle. The sharp pleasure makes me gasp. Kieran's hands replace Damon's in my hair, tugging my head back to kiss me. Deep. Possessive. His other hand slides around to cup my breast, thumb rubbing over the nipple Damon abandoned.

She pushed the lamb around with her fork, barely tasting the one bite she forced down. Dante ate with precise, unhurried movements. The rhythm of his knife slicing through meat, the deliberate clink of his fork against porcelain, was maddeningly calm. It was as though nothing in the world could disturb him. Finally, his voice broke the silence. “Do you know why I demanded that kiss from you?” Her fork froze midway to her mouth. She set it down carefully, her throat tightening. “Because you enjoy controlling people?” A chuckle rumbled low in his chest. “Control is useful, yes. But a kiss…” He leaned back, his eyes glinting. “A kiss doesn’t lie. Your lips tell me more than your words ever will

So he did the only thing that came to him in that moment—he leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss. It was sudden, unexpected, and overwhelming. His lips were firm yet gentle, demanding yet tender. The kiss was an assertion, a way to remind her that she was still alive, still capable of feeling something other than fear. Esteria's initial shock melted into something warmer, deeper, as his kiss grew more insistent. Her hands, weak as they were, found their way to his shoulders, clutching at him as if he were her lifeline.

He was truly a demon, after all. “But you, my love, are an entirely different story,” Damien murmured, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “I'd rather keep it a secret, just for myself.” “And that’s enough talking. We've done far too much of that already. I'm thirsty for your sweet kisses… so feed me now.” I barely had time to process his words before he pounced on me, making me squeal in surprise. He pinned me down onto the bed with ease, his body pressing against mine as his lips claimed me in a deep, hungry kiss.

She tried to hold Geon by the shirt of his pajamas, but the demon wore none, what the young woman tried to hold was his skin, which resulted in a scratch as she searched for something from him to hold onto. Geon let out a sigh between the girl's lips and then deepened the kiss, bringing her body closer to hers in a way that made the young woman feel warmer than before. Artemisia ran her hand down the demon's breastplate, feeling him claim more and more of a piece of her. The young woman felt like she could fish at any moment, she held the demon by the arm with the same grip he held her body. The demon's kiss tasted like ambrosia, she couldn't tell if it was something magical of his, which sh

"You boys are so disrespectful to such a beautiful woman." "What the fuck." Damen groaned out. Dante stepped out from the dark corner of the room. "Such disrespectful brats, you should be lucky you got to come out of that." "Well Elias, your punishment starts now." Putting her hand on Elias's chest she leaned forwards and placed a kissed on his lips. But this wasn't a romantic kiss, this was the kiss of death as slowly she started to suck out his soul. When she was done, she just dropped his limp body onto the floor.

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.

“Do you want it to be?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me. It wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t desperate. It was deliberate. It said everything he couldn’t say in words. I kissed back slowly, letting the question melt. When we broke apart, neither of us moved. He was the first to speak. “That felt... right.” I nodded. “It did.” He bit his lip. “So?” “So?” I echoed. He leaned back, tucking his head under moonlight. “So... what is this then? Casual, serious, somewhere in between?”

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.