Kill And Kiss Novels & Stories

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,

“All done.’’ I smile, catching back my breath quietly without making it obvious. But the next thing he does makes my smile freeze on my face. He leaned in to kiss the pendant on my chest. Then up to my collarbone. Goosebumps spread over my skin like wildfire. Héctor didn't stop there. He slips a hand around my waist and kiss my neck slowly, sending electrifying jolts of arousal through my body. “Héctor.’’ I hold his hand back. But he doesn't flinch, licking the skin on my neck like his happiness depends on it. He moves up to my jawline. My cheek. The next place was my lips. But I stop him before he does. ‘‘I um… my mouth probably stinks.’’

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

She replaced me just like that. While driving home, I remembered the girl who kissed me. And that kiss kept spinning in my head. "Damn!" I murmured. I couldn't believe I ruined my first kiss, I hate that woman, but then I wonder why did she do that and slapped me after? Is she insane?! I couldn't help myself but to feel anger, I couldn't just believe she slap me?! For what for? GEEZ! My curiosity was killing me.

“Your head, sugar… your body is still healing. I don't want to hurt you.” “Killian,” I warned, my tone dropping into a firm, playful command that brooked absolutely no argument. He let out a low growl, damning his restraint to hell, and leaned down to claim my lips. The kiss was an explosion of raw emotion. It wasn't a gentle, polite touch; it was deep, consuming, and desperate, carrying the weight of the near-death experience we had both barely survived. The moment his lips parted mine with a possessive hunger, a blinding rush of heat coiled deep in my belly and radiated violently outward. My fingers tangled tightly into the soft fabric of his shirt.

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

Our breathing synced together, like a delicate thread tying us effortlessly. "I didn’t want to love you," I whispered, afraid the moment would shatter if I spoke too loud. "Mila," he breathed my name, softer than a whisper, but it echoed through me like a sacred prayer. I met his eyes with a determination that felt raw and terrifying. "But I do. I love you, Killian." I heard the sharp intake of his breath. Then his lips found mine in a kiss that was sweet and searing, shooting through my entire being.

I shivered at his sudden change of behavior, confused by his words and my body’s reaction. "Why not kill Kellan again? Are you scared?" I challenged. "Well, I can't kill my brother. My hands are tied by a deal we made. Only his permission is required," he hissed darkly, making me stagger back. His hand gently caressed my cheek as he lowered his head, his breath on my lips. His lips were so close that even a sigh could press us together. His eyes darkened with desire, and I gulped as his lips pressed against mine. The taste of darkness and sorrow mixed in his kiss, his mouth rough against mine. A startled gasp escaped me, giving him an opening, and his tongue slid in before he pulled away. I