Demons Kissing Novels & Stories

"I was doing what you asked, Nevera, pretending. The kiss doesn't mean anything to me." "I don't joke with what is mine, for the fact I asked you to pretend doesn't give you the right to give him access to your body." "He doesn't have access to my body, Nevera," Rozralas voiced and turned to face him, their heads merely touching each other. The demon could see the angry eyes of Nevera and tried to cool him down. "It was just a kiss that meant nothing to me." "I don't like it, him touching you irritates me," Nevera scrunched up his nose. "I can still smell his horrible scent on you."

Before anyone could react, the demons' eyes locked onto Esteria, their concern deepening. Without hesitation, El-Kharis stepped in front of her, pulling her protectively behind him. His eyes narrowed, and his tone was sharp as he demanded, "What brings you here?" The lead water demon, a figure with shimmering, almost translucent skin and eyes that looked like whirlpools, bowed respectfully before speaking. "My Lord, the Water Council has summoned you... and your mate," he said, his gaze flickering briefly to Esteria. The way he said "mate" made Esteria's cheeks flush, though she tried to hide it behind El-Kharis's broad frame.

That was why sometimes Maria became frustrated in her life but she never opened her mouth in front of her parents. "Guys! I'm going to the washroom", Maria said after struggling with adhesive bodies who were glued to each other and sucking each other's mouths. Maria made her way towards the washroom but her luck wasn't in her favour. She bumped into a Demon. Maria furrowed deeply as she saw a drunken man staring creepily at her. The demon was drunk, a sensation rose in his chest as his eyes caught the sight of an innocent and pure soul. The demon pulled her towards his chest and instantly claimed her lips in a brutal kiss.

She vowed to herself. Cuddled against his wife's chest, with her soft breasts rising and falling with her every inhale and exhale of breath, the demon's heart burned and dirty thoughts began to flash through his mind. He moved his head, burying his face between her mounds to inhale her intoxicating womanly scent. "You..." Shamsiya flushed, her face heating in embarrassment at the man's action. "Just words won't do. I want you to kiss me to seal the promise." The demon chuckled and moved up her body. When he stopped, both of them were breathing hard, with their foreheads and nose pressed against each other, and every part of their bodies connected together.

I nudged on his shoulder, pushing him gently away so I could get a better view and he moaned louder, a low guttural growl vibrating in his throat, as he pulled out of my grasp with a sharp exhale. 'What did I do?' I stared at him wide-eyed, wondering what the fuck I had done, but he just smiled and shook his head, pressing his lips against mine in a long, lingering kiss that took my breath away once again. 'Turns out we demons aren't so different from your human males,' he said. 'We have no bloody patience.' 'Oh,' I whispered, realising what he meant. 'Good thing really.' 'You too?' He raised a brow.

Kael's eyes darkened. He couldn't stop himself. His lips trailed along her collarbone, up her neck, down toward her breast—biting, licking, searing. Her body arched beneath him, her fingers twisted into his hair, her hips rising—not to escape—but for more. Now. "Kael..." she gasped. But it wasn't a plea. It was a command. In response, the demon kissed her again, deeper, his tongue tangling with hers as one hand slid down her thigh—and ripped her skirt apart with one powerful pull. The fabric shredded at the waist—there was no reason to be gentle anymore. It fell to the floor like the last barrier.

I turned to them. "That includes you two as well." I said to Denver and Kyle. They both exchanged looks with each other then turned to me. "You can't make us." Kyle said to me. "Wait... You two have never... Demons don't..." Delanie said, looking like she was about to puke. Kyle walked up to her and said, almost in a whisper, "You kissed years of unwashed teeth and mouth." then he took a step and another step backwards from Delanie.

He didn't say anything else, he just continued to look at me. "I will always find you." He murmured. Very slowly, his hand reached up to cup my face. His thumb brushed against my cheek and I realized that I was still crying. I have to say something. I have to explain. "Nate I-" I started to speak but his mouth silenced me. He kissed me with desperation, like his life depended on it. His lips ravished mine with a carnal urgency. My lips parted automatically and he deepened the kiss. My hands fisted his shirt and his arms encircled my waist as he lifted me completely off the ground.

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.

He then moves her hands so that he is holding them in one as he then can slide the other up and down the wonderful soft body he has trapped under him. Losing himself quickly to the pleasure of the screams around him and the struggles of the female under him, the lower Demon lets his forked tongue hang out and swipes it up Yasmine’s exposed neck and the side of her face. As the lower Demon extends his claws, he is suddenly screaming himself before he turns into a fiery smoke and disappears.