Demon Slayer Kissing Novels & Stories

Heat surged through her and her knees wobbled as her wolf howled in approval. Damien was next. As Dylan pulled back, his twin stepped forward, cupping her face with both hands. His kiss was different - dominant, demanding, as though he were staking his claim. Nicola’s heart raced, her hands instinctively clutching his arms for support. And then Dean. He turned her gently, his large hands resting on her hips as he lowered his head to hers. His kiss was slow and deliberate, a smoldering fire that burned deep into her core. It was as though he were savoring every second, every breath.

How could I say that and before I could correct it, he slammed his lips on mine. Oh my god! Did this man just kiss me?

he kisses Eli Eli shivers pleasantly at the pet name and the electrifying sensation of Damon's lips capturing his in a heated, promising kiss. Their mouths move together in a dance of passion and unspoken promises, igniting a fire within Eli that threatens to consume him entirely. After a long, blissful moment, Damon pulls away, leaving Eli dazed and craving more.

My demon responded with lazy power, rumbling and purring, reaching for him as, in our drowsy comfort, he bent and pressed his lips to mine. Demon. Kisses. Were. Amazing. Amazing. Fire power zinged over my skin and into my bloodstream, his magic heating the space between us as my demon sent sparks to him. His mouth tasted of sweetness, hot breath entering my lungs as I drew him close and let myself fall into the pure, primal joy of the kiss. Tingles ran from my toes to the tip of my nose, skin on fire, blood burning as it raced through my body, the connection between our power battling as much as caressing along the edges.

Lily was among the few who didn’t sign up for the trials but loves watching Magic Duels and tournaments that involve magic. For Metoki on the other hand, his eyes were gradually falling and his body was moving back and forth. He yawned a bit before leaning his head on Lily’s shoulder. At the moment of contact Lily’s face had suddenly turned beet red. The two girls looked at each other to which Jiniya gave out a smile, Lily gave out an awkward smile.

He was enjoying this wedding. Dominic slowly pulled away and stared down at her. Her face was red and paled. She look like someone who just see a ghost. He smirk lightly, then release her from his grip. 'Kiss, Kiss, kiss, kiss' those were the only word ringing in her head. Did this Demon just kiss her? It still feel unreal. The grip on her flower tighten the more, her eyes turn red as she glare at the man before her. The atmosphere was so tensed.

Damon leaned in and kissed her. Not gently or cautiously, but desperately-like a man possessed. His mouth crashed against hers, hungry and unrestrained, a kiss pulled straight from grief and guilt and months of tension he had refused to acknowledge. Lena stiffened for a heartbeat—surprised, breath caught in her throat—then melted into him with a soft, helpless sound.

"Why do you keep confusing me? Should I stop or not?" "Get down on your knees..." Her voice suddenly had an evil feel to it. Her eyes darkened and mixed with the shadowed light in the alley. "What?" I almost thought I heard wrong. As a smile crept into her lips, she leaned forward and planted a kiss on my lips. I could still feel the glossiness of her lips on mine when she grabbed my hands and placed them around her waist. "Damon Jones..." She looked so demanding, her eyes wouldn't stop gleaming with delight. She must think she is gaining control. "Get down on your knees."

Samantha’s POV My first kiss was dreamy and passion dripping as Kyler did not hold back at all and ravished the life out of my quivering lips. It was so hard not to moan and my fingers curled deeper in his hair as we made out intensely under the desk and over his freaking lap ! However, the magical moment was interrupted when Dre fucking Hawk- the Romance Slayer threw paper balls that landed straight inside my top, between the valley of my breasts to be precise and flicked my forehead hard as “he picked up his pen near our table”.

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: