Kill And Kiss Novels & Stories

he melted into her, holding her tightly like she was the most precious person to him, and at that moment she truly believed she was. Their lips gently brushed against each other, creating a tender and sweet sensation. It was a soft and delicate kiss, filled with warmth and affection. Time seemed to slow down as they savored the intimate connection between them. The touch of their lips was gentle, when Killian's tongue found its way into her mouth, Lisa shivered in delight.

he whispered again, softer this time. I was still trying to catch my breath, heart racing, when he leaned down and kissed me slow and deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue. From the room next door came the faint creak of bedsprings and a muffled moan —Lupiter’s voice, high and performative. Killian’s lips curved against mine, wicked and unrepentant. “Let them listen,” he murmured. “Let them hear what they’ll never have.” And then he kissed me again, swallowing every quiet moan I couldn’t hold back, until the only name on my lips and in my blood was his.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

Without breaking the kiss, Killian’s tongue flicked out, licking the blood away with possessive care. “Hic!” Killian pulled back the moment he heard her soft hiccup. His dark gaze dropped to meet those frightened, tear-filled eyes that silently pleaded. Was he just slipping out his frustration on her? He scared her. Tenderly, Rosa brushed her fingers against her injured lip, wincing at the sting. Slowly, Killian clasped her trembling hands, lifting them to his mouth. Rosa’s lips parted, breath caught in awe and confusion when he gently kissed her small fingers, then her palm.

What else mattered? Their lips met at first tentative and soft, like rediscovering an old song you thought you'd forgotten. The taste was bittersweet — a mixture of absence and longing, of memories both sharp and tender. The kiss deepened gradually, shifting from gentle exploration to fierce desperation. It was the kind of kiss that erased time, that demanded presence, that screamed of survival in a place where nothing else seemed certain.

The kiss was electric, causing his heart to race with excitement. In that moment, he knew that he would never forget this feeling and that he would do anything to keep it alive. This was not the end, not yet. Killan ended the kiss as his lips lingered on his partner's while he sucked on his tongue. He gazed deeply into his lover's eyes, searching for something unspoken between them. "Delectably satisfying." Killan said it seductively while licking his lips. As soon as Ackerly laid his eyes on it, a deep groan escaped his lips.

I immediately cook one up. “Would you love me if I was a worm?” Leaves my mouth. My face immediately flush as I hear myself. I want to sink into these sheet immediately but I hide my embarrassment by a firm, serious stare. Killian returns my gaze. His body curls up to mine and he places a gentle kiss on my forehead. After that he says, “No. I’d kill you.” Then proceeds to continue reading. My face flattens immediately. Excuse you, what? “Whatever do you mean by you’d kill me?” I push.

Her nails grazed his jaw as her mouth pressed to his, her tongue pushing past his lips like she had every right to be there. Killian didn’t move at first. He stood rigid, caught between shock and something else, something darker. But Calla didn’t stop. She deepened the kiss, her grip on his tie tightening until the silk strained between them. When he finally responded, it wasn’t gentle. His hands shot to her waist, pulling her flush against him. The kiss turned into something messy, dangerous, and charged with the kind of tension that didn’t come from romance, it came from two people who both knew exactly what the other was capable of.

His thumbs slid upward, dragging slowly over the fabric of my shirt, grazing the sensitive undersides of my breasts. I gasped quietly. My chest hitched. He lowered his head. His rough stubble scratched my cheek. His hot breath washed over my ear. "Break every piece of glass in this house," Killian whispered. His voice was a dark, rough rasp that vibrated against my skin. "Tear my room apart. Fight me. Scream at me. I love the fire in your eyes, Doll." He pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the side of my neck. He sucked gently on the skin, a claiming, intense touch that made my legs feel weak.