Novel & Cerita Kill Him With A Kiss

She looked as if she was high on drugs. "So Sweet," he whispered to himself as he licked the last remnant of her release off his finger. Killian was done with being a gentleman. He wanted her and he wanted her now. He crawled over her and pressed his lips on hers. "My cute little minx," he whispered possessively against her lips before pulling away.

"Killian! If you have the guts, kill me! Don't use these despicable methods!" "Kill me! Kill me!" Killian turned and walked to the high seat in the watchtower, gently pressing a kiss to my cold forehead. "My love, I will be with you soon."

I felt a warm tear trickle down my cheek, I looked away. His other hand shoots out and grabs my chin pulling my face back to his."I kill people too." He whispered, his head slightly leaning down towards mine."It's my job... I love killing people." My voice cracked as another warm tear ran down my other cheek. My voice cracked as I said that I loved to do it, that I loved killing people."This doesn't make me love you any less." His lips crashed onto mine, fire works erupted over my skin as his soft lips moved with my own. I could feel passion and love in our rough but gentle kiss.

It was over even before she could fathom it but the after effects of the kiss had left her lips tingling as she stared at him with her mouth slightly parted, breathing deeply from the abruptness of the act. “Since you have already agreed to the deal you must know that being my personal killer would mean that you have to listen to everything that I tell you to do. There will be punishments if you fail to follow this,” he said, mirth swimming in his eyes taking Vevina by surprise. She wasn’t prepared for this new twist and glaring at him she wretched her hand out of his hold and shouted, “You never said anything about that! And why the fuck would you kiss me with your filthy lips?”

"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.

“Yeah. It happened so soon. You think you have all the time in the world until death comes in. Then grief makes you realise some things in life. That you probably never hated that person you thought you hated.” His thumb wiped the tear tracks away. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “It’s okay, Summer. I’m here now.” “I’m sorry.” He pressed his palm to my mouth, soft and firm. “Shh,” he said. “Enough apologies.” He leaned down. He kissed my mouth then. It was sudden. Deep. Like we were closing off the world outside our small island of light. Our tongues intertwined, bodies pressed against each other. When we broke our embrace, he kept his hands on my face. His fingers splayed at my temples. I was st

I had run out of options to challenge his masculinity. Yes, it was an evil thing to goad his sexuality like this, but in a dance with the devil, there were no moral boundaries. My heart thumped when his eyes fell on my lips, bile rising up my throat. Then his lips were crushing mine, and that signature slow, lax kiss of his almost made me throw up all over him. I knew he could kiss better. I had seen that for myself last night between him and Norio. The way he touched Norio was everything masculine, and made me think of Colt.

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

I promised, going to the door. “One more thing,” he said, crossing the distance between us and taking me in his arms again. I knew his kiss was coming, but even then, I wasn't prepared for it. He took my breath away, stealing it for himself and making me forget that I had ever needed to breathe in the first place. My knees went weak, and my heart pounded in my chest as my body started to heat. I melted into him, relishing his kiss. This was the way to start a morning. “That's better than coffee,” I gasped when he let me go. He chuckled, obviously proud of himself.