Demon Slayer Kisses Novels & Stories

Her tunic had long since slipped off her upper body, leaving her bare, and now the demon's hands slid over her skin—hot, possessive, yet laced with a strange reverence. Kael's mouth kissed down her neck, then lower, under her collarbone. Each kiss held something primal, nearly cruel in its hunger—like he wanted to devour her. Not just her body. But her entirety. Deeply. Irrevocably. And then... he bit her. Not hard. Just enough to make Rea moan softly, her body arching to meet his. His lips moved over her chest, across the curve of her ribs, clinging to her skin—and just before he could delve deeper into this intoxicated exploration...

Ella said firmly. "And guess what?" Ella said to them, there was no way she'd keep quiet now, she'd make sure to hurt them back. "We just kissed, yes and you see this mark here..." She pointed at the hickey on her collarbone. "That's the Death lords!" She spat out with a victorious smile on her face. "Are you showing off right now?" Lauren asked. "Stop lieing, the Death lord wouldn't kiss you, maybe one of those guards at the gate gave you that, don't you think girls?" Lauren asked.

She moans and hisses inside my mouth as in this madness of forbidden desires I act harsh onto her soft lips, causing blood to draw from them. In the flow of kissing, actually eating her kiss up I let my hold loose on her while she was fisting on my shirt hem holding me from collar. And taking advantage of me being drowned in the ecstasy of my forced but pure kiss, she pushes me hard. I stagger five steps behind while she grasps for oxygen and holds her chest. Did I go too harsh?, I ask my subconscious mind and he replies, "Of course you did, Demon." "What the hell was that? Have you lost it?", she barks aloud getting near me with her glaring fierce eyes.

Damon’s smirk grew wider, dark and full of hunger. He moved toward Elias fast, slamming him back against the wall with a hard thud. Elias’s back hit the cold surface, and before he could even catch his breath, Damon crashed his lips onto his in a rough, hungry kiss. There was no warning, no softness, just pure need. Damon’s tongue pushed into Elias’s mouth, tasting him deeply, devouring him like he couldn’t get enough. Elias moaned into the kiss, his hands grabbing at Damon’s shoulders. The kiss was wet and aggressive, lips sliding, tongues fighting. Damon’s hands were everywhere — gripping Elias’s waist, pulling their bodies tight together.

On instinct, Maleficent pressed her body to her enemy turned lover which elicited a deep groan from him – a groan which seems like from a wounded beast. “Maleficent, you are tempting me again,” said Damon. With his right hand, he helped her tilt her head to meet his kiss. For him, it was only supposed to be a sweet kiss – supposed to. But the moment he felt his girlfriend knocking for entrance, he opened his lips and devoured her lips not before biting her lower lip. “You asked for this, little Halfling.” He flipped her petite body, taking the position between her spread legs.

Overwhelmed by pleasure, I pleaded, "What are you doing to me?" He didn't answer. Instead, his lips found mine, his breath mingling with mine. His warm tongue explored every inch of my mouth, filling me with insatiable desire and passion. Damn! Fiore's kisses consumed me, the pleasure so intense I could hardly bear it. Just as he commanded, my body succumbed to his relentless touch, shattering in ecstasy with the force of his expert fingers. My head collided with a solid object, jolting me awake. Pain pulsed through my skull as I looked around, slowly comprehending that it was all a dream. Damn!

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 ...

No, this is heaven, I decided, losing the rest of my thoughts to his gentle lips and tongue. I sighed with contentment when he pulled away. His kisses were magical. He grinned at me. “You ready?” I nodded. “Yup.” “First, we'll go to our knees,” he explained. “Find the sweet spot, where the balance is best.” “That's what she said,” I quipped. Bastian burst out laughing, stopping in his demonstration and nearly falling into the water. “Just get up on your knees,” he told me, splashing water at me with his hands.

"I did give you everything." "No," Katerina said. She moved with precision and fury and heartbreak. "I gave myself to you. And I'm taking it back." She landed a devastating blow. Dimitri went down to one knee. He looked up at her and laughed. Actually laughed. "You still don't understand. You can never escape me. I'm in your bones. I'm in every breath. I own you." "You did," Katerina said. Her voice was hollow. Final. "But she doesn't. And that's enough."

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.