Kill Him With A Kiss Novels & Stories

He wrapped his hand around her throat and pulled her closer to him, until she was smashed against him, leaving no distance between them. Killian tilted his head to kiss her better and bite her trembling lips brutally. Amara hissed in pain when he sank his teeth into her soft flesh. He wasn't kissing her, he was punishing her for angering him. She hits his chest so that he leaves her but he holds her hands in a tight grip from his other free hand and seized all her moments. He forced her to open her lips and trusted his tongue inside her mouth. He let his tongue explore her mouth, tasting every corner of her sweetness. His kiss was forceful, brutal and agonizing. She hissed and cried out in p

Seeing him like that made the ground beneath me feel unstable. And then came the words that shattered everything: Shefali was alive. Alive — but back under a new identity, Davina. It was Davina who ordered her guards to beat Damon mercilessly, simply because he dared to question her. He confronted her for making everyone believe she had died, for hitting Eva with a car, and — God help him — for kissing her. After years of grief, after believing his lover — his wife was gone, wasn’t a man allowed that moment of madness, that desperate kiss? But my brother’s weakness was met with cruelty. That savage woman abused her power, and Damon paid the price in blood.

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.

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.

I told him. He brought his face closer to mine and my heart started beating fast and hard against my chest, he grabbed my jaw and guided my face closer to his. "You are like a drug, I want to kill you and have you at the same time." He whispered before kissing me. What did he mean by killing me and having me? Why does he always speak in riddles? I don't understand what that means but I ignored it, his kiss wasn't letting me think anyway. I opened my mouth for him and let him suck on my lip, my tongue and I let his hand trail down from my face to my breast.

"Kisses..." His lips claimed mine, and not even the most vivid dream could have prepared me for the sensation it brought. My senses exploded, surrendering to the passion. My lips parted, and I welcomed every lush lick of his tongue, relentlessly exploring every inch of me. I shivered as the sharp edges of his fags grazed my lip. He didn't cut the skin, but the sole closeness filled me with wicked excitement. His hand at the back of my head fisted my hair, urging me closer, deepening the kiss. I didn't know how long the kiss lasted, but when our lips separated, I spent minutes trying to even my breath and calm my thundering heart.

He replied as his hands were exploring my naked body. “How does it work? It’s not like I can bite you to suck you blood.” “Well for starters, I can do this.” He bit his lips and blood started to wet his lips. “When we kiss you can suck on it.” “If I let you feed on me, would you promise not to kill me?” “Why would I do that?” “Last night, I remember Sam explaining that a vampire can kill humans by sucking the life out of them.” I stated. “Yes but I would never kill you. What else did Sam told you?”

I asked, with my eyes still on him, Mavis cleared his throat and said. "I am just trying to remind you that I am never going to fall in love with you, and about the kiss, let's forget it ever happened" Mavis said, rushing his words, I don't know why he was rushing his words, but I made it clear to him that I also don't want to talk about the kiss, and that I was going to Kill him the next time he kissed me. "I never said I was going to kiss you again, I told you before right? Your lips sucks" He said, trying to provoke me, but I choose not to be melted by his words.

"But perhaps it will amuse me to see how long you last. Fine. You'll have your answers earned one lesson at a time." "Deal." Kieran's smile turned satisfied, like he'd just won the lottery and I was the prize. "This will be the last time you get off so easy. The next time I see you with anyone else, one of you will end up dead." Then he pressed a kiss to my forehead that felt more like a threat than real affection. "Sleep well, little wolf." Deal? With that guy? Over my dead fucking body. My bruises throbbed, and my lips still burned from his kiss, and I hated myself for not clawing him across the face the second he touched me.

Like it was exactly where she was supposed to be. He kissed her. Not for cameras. Not for a narrative. Not for anyone or anything except the two of them at a window in Singapore with the truth out in the world and thirty years of other people's careful planning finally at rest around them. When they pulled back she was aware of the room. Of Priya very deliberately looking at her laptop. Of Adaeze very deliberately looking at her phone. Of Grace at the table with Catherine. Grace was looking at them. Not with the watchful assessment she brought to everything.