Kill Him With A Kiss Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Embarrassed of what I have done, I bowed my head but he only raised it with his finger, a sad smile plastered on his face, “Why cry, my love? Am I that bad at kissing that I made you cry?” I shook my head and tried to stop the sob that is bubbling up my throat, biting my lip. His fingers held my cheeks and slide his thumb down at the base of my lip which he pulled, making me let go of it. “I am the only one who have the right to treat those lips like that – biting them is not up to you,” He smirked before enclosing me in a tight hug that took my breath away. I couldn’t help but sighed at the action. I might die earlier if he keep on doing this. I bet, he have taken special lessons with Hades

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.

He rose languidly from his unconsciousness, his gaze fixated upon the luscious lips of his beloved mate. Killan's hand trembled as he reached for Ackerly's soft, plump lip. With a gentle touch, he pressed his lips against Ackerly's, savoring the sweet taste that lingered in his mouth. Killan enveloped his mate in a tight embrace, his lips brushing against Ackerly's ear as he murmured sweet things.

“ I'll need way more than a kiss to stop smoking.” I frown, feeling like a disappointed girlfriend. I guess I'm out of my shell because I felt grateful to him and I feel a little bit closer to him since he helped me.“ You said if I give you morning kisses you won't smoke for the day ...I hate the smoke, remember?” He stares at me like he is trying to recall something and then snickers.“ You'll need more than just a kiss to make me quit smoking.” He takes slow steps towards me while I remain unmoving and naked on the bed.“ We had an agreement, Killian. Kisses and no smoking.”

That will be the last thing I would ever do. "You should stop thinking of killing me when you don't have the power to do it yet, Amelie. It'll only hurt you," He winked at me before he claimed my lips, kissing me slowly and tenderly as if his life depended on it. Slowly, his hand slid down to my bottom and he grabbed my butt cheek, squeezing them gently one after the other. "I will kill you, King Sebastian. I'm going to kill you no matter what happens," I whispered against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him in for more kiss.

His expression is too horny, too seductive. “Kitten?” He presses his forehead against mine, forcing me to look up. His hand draws circles on my back, bringing wariness. I can't help but gasp, and he catches this opportunity. He nips at my upper lip, savoring it, while his hand moves restlessly down. “Wait!” I escape his kiss and grab his hand. His scarlet eyes look at me in confusion. I remember the rumor. He only sleeps with sex slaves once. After that, he kills them.

His control shattered completely. Killian’s hand caught my hair, fisting it tight. He crashed his lips against mine in a brutal kiss. No softness. No hesitation. Just pure hunger. His mouth claimed mine, tongue pushing past my lips like he owned me. He tasted like whiskey and sin, mixed with the tequila still on my tongue. I moaned into the kiss, grinding harder on his lap as our tongues fought.

Dahlia’s P.O.V The kiss takes me by surprise—stunning me into stillness. It isn’t just the abruptness of it, or the way his lips move with such confidence against mine, but the sheer force of it, the undeniable heat that pulls me in, making my pulse pound like a war drum. Killian doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t falter. His fingers press into the small of my back as he pulls me down on top of him, deepening the kiss in a way that has my breath hitching in my throat.