Kill And Kiss Novels & Stories

The sensation sent Killian over the edge. He sped up, his hips snapping forward in a blur of fast, punishing thrusts that bottomed out deep within her. With a guttural, final groan, he came inside her, a thick, hot torrent of cum shooting into her fertile womb. He didn't stop, his body continuing to pump with a mindless, heavy desperation until the very last drop of his seed was spilled deep within her heat. For a long, suspended moment, they stood locked together behind the curtain of the waterfall. The icy stream hammered against their skin, but they remained connected, their lips fused in a kiss that tasted of salt, hunger, and a sudden, terrifying vulnerability.

"We've also uncovered multiple organ trafficking contracts. Under the guise of charity, Dr. Callaghan used her clinic to house terminally ill patients while secretly facilitating organ sales. Among them…" She slid another document before me, saying, "Your corneas, kidneys, and liver were already reserved." The shock made me jump up from the couch. "What? They… They planned everything all along to have me die that soon? This is outright murder!" I clutched my chest, overwhelmed and struggling to process the revelation, as I tried to calm my spiraling emotions.

Ken curled his fingers and hit that spot inside again and again. I came hard, suddenly shattering. My body locking tight and thighs clamping around Killian’s head. I cried out—loud, broken. Ken swallowed the sound with another kiss. They kept touching me through it gentle now. Bringing me down slowly. When the tremors eased, Killian lifted his head. Ken pulled his fingers free and brought them to my mouth. I sucked them clean without thinking and tasted myself on him. Killian groaned. “Fuck.” They stripped the rest of their clothes fast. There trousers, underwear and shirt went flying.

I was erasing every trace of him with my mouth and I did not care how brutal it felt. Isora fought the kiss. She tried to turn her head away. She pushed against my chest with both hands. Her body stayed stiff at first, full of hatred and resistance. Good. I kissed her harder for it. I gripped her jaw and held her exactly where I wanted her. My tongue forced its way into her mouth and she bit me back. The sharp sting only fueled Killian. He growled into the kiss and pulled her tighter. I felt her knees start to give but I kept her upright with my arm around her waist. She was not getting away from this. Not until I was finished.

Kill’s voice was deep, slow, and sensual, and mind-blowing. I nodded and I felt his hot breath on my core, followed by the feel of his tongue. He gave my pussy a slow and long lick that sent my brain in hassle. “Oh…oh….oh….fuck….fu….oh….hmmm.” I moaned at every slow strike. Every new one feels better than the last. “You taste divine, pùca. I could keep eating this pussy forever.” Killian’s voice vibrated in my pussy and it felt like my body went along with the vibration.

And then he kissed me again, angling his head to deepen the kiss cutting off everything I want to say. For a moment while our lips meet in a hot dance of longing and passion I finally let myself lose the fight I was internally fighting. I let Killiad Knight get under my skin. •••

Killian wipes them away with his thumbs and kisses my lips slowly, sensing my resolve weakening. " I love you, Layla," he whispered. " I love you," I choked up and crashed my lips on his. My wolf howled in ecstasy. The kiss was passionate but sweet and gentle. His tongue pushed into my mouth, and I received him, our tongues playing together. My fingers ran to touch his hair, enjoying the silkness beneath my fingers. I moaned in his mouth as the fire on my body spread. He pulled away and smiled at me, kissing my lips again.

"If I kiss you right now, will you stop me?" My breath caught. He was giving me a choice. Did I want this? Yes. But was I ready to admit it? I didn’t answer. Instead, I reached out, my fingers brushing the collar of his shirt. That was all the invitation he needed. "I'll take that as a yes." With a low growl, Alessandro closed the distance, his lips claiming mine in a kiss that was slow yet searing. He didn’t rush. He took his time teasing, exploring, and making me feel every second of it.

CHAPTER 35: The Hard Reminder Francesca’s Pov My face was still burning. I walked fast down the long hall. I locked the door to my bedroom hard, i put my back against the wood. I tried to slow my breathing. It did not work. The kiss was a mistake. It was a bad mistake, i told myself that. I kept telling myself that he is the enemy and that he is the killer, he is the one who took my parents but his story. His story was sad, he was only a fifteen years old boy. That is too young to kill a man, that is too young to be a devil.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.