Kill And Kiss 소설 & 이야기

I slowly reached for the dagger. I pulled it out. Quietly. Carefully. The moonlight hit the blade. Someone behind us chuckled. Probably Marcus. I held the dagger between us, not raised. “I’ll fix this,” I said under my breath. Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “By killing me?” I almost laughed. But I didn’t. I stood. Held the blade high. “I’ll do it,” I said loud. Calm. Elias looked pleased. “Then do it.” I looked at Sebastian one last time.

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His lips brushed the shell of my ear in a surprisingly tender gesture. “Good girl,” he whispered, voice hoarse with satisfaction. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my shoulder. “But we’re nowhere near done.” He slowly pulled out of me, and I whimpered pathetically at the sudden emptiness, feeling the warm rush of his cum immediately start to pour from my well-fucked, gaping hole. Killian turned me around gently, his strong hands lifting me effortlessly onto the marble countertop. He stepped between my spread thighs and kissed me deeply—slow, possessive, and claiming—his tongue tangling with mine while his hand slid between my legs.

she whispered back. “Good.” Then he kissed her. Finally. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was brutal. Tongues clashing. Teeth biting. His hand fisting in her hair as if trying to own her from the inside out. He didn’t stop at one round. No. Killian stripped her naked and bent her over the arm of the couch. This time, he slid his cock along her ass, then lower, rubbing through her soaked folds slowly, cruelly.

Their eyes locked a moment longer, even as he lowered his lip and savaged hers. Karla’s vision blurred. She struggled to bring it back into sharp focus, trying to remind herself that they were not alone in this world, but it was to no avail. She thought she had imagined how well Alpha Killian kissed. She hadn’t. He was a masterful kisser. Holding her just close enough, she could feel how hard and strong and tall he was. He swept his tongue into her mouth, deepening the caress in a way that brought forth that soft helpless sound from her throat and made her yearn for more…

In that moment, they both knew they were on the edge of surrendering to their desires. Their lips met in a searing kiss, a collision of passion and pent-up tension. Their kiss started off slow and tender, a gentle exploration of each other's desires. Lyra could feel the tension in Killian's body slowly melt away as their lips moved in sync. Her hands moved up his back, tracing the contours of his muscular frame, while his hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer to him. As the kiss deepened, their hunger for each other intensified. It was as if the days of pent-up frustration had ignited a spark that could no longer be contained. Their tongues danced together in a passionate rh

"Help me finish what we started. We kill Victor. We locate my brother. We kill all those who have wronged us." Killian’s mouth curled into a thin smile. "Now that is the woman I know." He kissed her before she could say a word—a hard, hot, repressed kiss. It was not a soft kiss, it was war and Elena seized it. They backed into the bedroom, brushing aside years of anger, pain, and denial with every kiss, every stroke. His fingers played up along the outside of her thighs, drawing her onto the bed as his mouth tormented hers with ravenous greed.

He gripped my chin pulling me up from the floor "You let go so quickly. I have to reward you" he said "Ah you wanted a kiss." he scoffed "how silly of me to forget but anyway we don't want to leave you with nothing. I’m a gentleman who keeps his word, so here you go" he kissed me on my forehead softly. His lips felt cold, like the kiss of death. I clenched my fists. Sadistic Bastard!!

Dora sat in a small bedroom on the yatch, she sat in front of the mirror looking at herself, she began to trace her lips remembering how it felt when she kissed Ryan, it was better than anything she had felt before. She suddenly felt the urge to do it again, she had never thought she would have her first kiss today especially with a man she was supposed to kill. She looked at her wrist watch and checked the time, Ryan had been out for almost 10 hours, the drug wasn't supposed to last that long so she went to check up on him.

"Here, I got this holy water from a reputable temple. Feed it to her, and she'll be healed immediately!" Watching her raise her hand to pour the "holy water" into Amy's mouth, my eyes widened. That bowl was the very thing that had killed my daughter in my previous life. Springing to my feet, I deliberately caught my slipper on the floor and crashed towards Mindy with all my might. "Ouch!" With a pained cry, Mindy lost hold of the bowl and it shattered against the floor with a loud crack, spraying the filthy liquid all over her pants.