Kill And Kiss Novels & Stories

" You don't have to tell me now. I know we haven't known each other for long, and with the way I treated you, I don't expect you to forgive me. All I want to know is if I have a chance, your sister is going back to her pack. I don't wish to commit the same mistake my father did and keep you both here. I..I love you Kira, you might not believe me, but I do. And I want to be with you if you will have me. However, I won't force you, if you still wish to...." His words were cut short when I kissed him. His eyes widened slightly in shock, but with a delighted groan, he deepened the kiss. Our lips moved together slowly, yet the kiss was fiery and passionate. When we broke apart, I was trying hard

“You didn’t think I’d let her breathe another second, did you?” He closed the remaining distance, grabbed my chin, and kissed me hard, tasting the violence on my lips. It wasn’t soft, it wasn't tender…it was hunger, sharp and consuming. The kind of kiss that burned straight through the kill and into something darker. Before I knew it, he had me pinned against the back of a car, his hands rough, his body urgent. I pulled at him the same way, biting, clawing, taking as much as he gave. The rush of the kill made every touch sharper, every sound louder. We didn’t care that the world was just a corner away… It only made it better, more reckless.

Her breath hitched. “Killian…” “Last chance,” he growled, panting. “Tell me to stop.” She stared into his eyes…wild, dark, dangerous. And then she whispered, “Do it.” He slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Her scream broke into the dark. He swallowed it with his mouth. She didn’t know if it was the pain or the stretch that made her cry out..but Killian swallowed it with his mouth, dragging her into a kiss that was teeth, tongue, and war.

Everything wαs so perfectly timed. Then Killiαn stood up slowly αnd didn’t wαste α second before pulling me into his αrms. He didn’t sαy α word. He just cupped my fαce αnd leαned in‚ kissing me deeply‚ sweetly‚ αs if he wαs pouring every single ounce of love he hαd into thαt kiss. And I kissed him bαck with αbsolutely no ideα whαt wαs being plαnned for us…

My heart is beating fast and I'm a moaning mess as Killian slips a finger past my wet entrance. " Oh, fuck." I gasp. " Always so fucking tight." Killian releases the hook at the back of my halter neck, revealing my bare breasts. He groans, with evident hunger in his eyes. Killian starts to run trails of kisses down my neck to my breasts. His mouth worships my hard and sensitive buds as he runs his fingers all over them.

She nearly spit the word out. "There you go." There was his dark laugh again. "Ask and you'll get your wish." He pressed open her labia, blew a stream of warm air on the sensitized skin, and drew a long line the length of her slit. Oh god! She must have shouted it because Killian placed an open-mouthed kiss on her exposed sex, licking her juices and sucking her skin. He took his time, lapping and licking and swirling his tongue, punctuating it with little nips of her clit. Every touch of his tongue and his mouth pushed her closer and closer to release, yet he kept her right on the brink, ready to fly into black-velvet space, yet not...quite...there.

She reached out and smoothed the lapel of my jacket, her fingers lingering near my chest. “However,” she whispered, her voice conspiratorial and dark. “I have to say, seeing you so resistant to me makes me want you more. I know there’s something important you’re hiding, Killian. And I always get what I want.” She didn't stop there. She reached up and placed a slow, lingering kiss on my cheek, ensuring that several prominent guests had a full view of the gesture. Her lips were cold and dry, a symbol of the dead, loveless alliance we were about to enter.

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.