Demon Slayer Kisses Novels & Stories

"So I have the rights to take control over the kiss" I blink and my body froze. "W-What?!" "You read the contract so you must aware with the footnote 'every night' darling" My lips parted in disbelief realizing what he said. The footnote 'every night' means 'before midnight' and it's already passed midnight. What the hell?! "Do you remember it now?" I felt him smirk. "Yeah..." my voice drop. "Good. But first thing first, Little. I think I need to give you a short demonstration what a real kiss is really like"

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.

An eager moan escaped my lips. He let go of my wrists, using the freed hand to rip the wet shirt from my body. His pupils dilated as he looked down at the bare skin of my chest peeking through the lace of my exposed bra. He licked his lips and leaned forward to kiss the edges of my bared skin. My brain, and whatever was left of rational thought, melted out of my ears.

Steam was already beginning to condense on the mirror, the room growing warm. "Now, where were we?" he whispered into my ear, his hand tracing the line of my shoulder. I kissed him, showing him exactly where we had left off. He kissed me again, a no-holds-barred kiss that rocked my world. My body shifted from rainwater ice to shower steam hot, the fire within me begging to be quenched by him.

All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses. Dean's hands flew all over me, touching me in places I hadn't been touched in quite a while. I felt the lust coursing through his body as he tugged at my shirt, and I wanted more. I wanted it so badly that I found myself jumping up and wrapping my legs around him before he even had the chance to remove my shirt. His hands grabbed me around the waist and held me up as we passionately kissed each other. My fingers went to the bottom of his ripped t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

I look up to see Kingsley smirking at me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, feigning innocence and as I refill my glass. “Don’t play dumb with me, Damon. I saw what you did,” he looks at me blankly. “What? Kiss my fiancée?” “You must suck at kissing then, because your fiancée clearly didn’t enjoy it,” he says with a smirk that is meant to rile me up and it works. My expression turns sour, “Shut the fuck up, dude!”

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.

His thumb brushed across her lips, sending shivers down her spine. "This is… unexpected," he murmured, his voice husky with suppressed desire. She leaned into his touch, her lips hovering a tantalizing distance from his. He closed the gap in one swift motion. The kiss was electric, a surge of pent-up emotions released in a single touch. It was desperate, hungry, fueled by the adrenaline of the past few days and the dawning realization of their unspoken feelings. Damien's hand traced the curve of her back, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed flush against each other. The taste of him was intoxicating – a mix of mint and something inherently Damien, something that sent a jolt of

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?”

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: