Killing Kisses 소설 & 이야기

Blake put his forehead onto hers, something was not right, Kendall felt herself shiver. "Kendall, are you fucking around?" He placed his lips gently on hers and kissed her lightly, not and open mouth kiss but a soft and loving kiss. "If I find out that you have been fucking that blonde haired fucker that you had lunch with I will fucking slit your throat... I will kill him in front of you to watch and then I will fucking kill you... Do you understand that?" He was freaking her out. His hand tightened on her face before he pulled away from her. He stared straight ahead not starting the car or moving.

She breaks the kiss and looks me dead serious in the eyes. “Kiss me as you would kiss your trash of girl”, - she says, and I feel the anger building up. I grab the back of her beck with more strength than I should, and I kiss Karen; I kiss her with despair and with hate. My tongue dominated her, and I make her breathless. Once we break the kiss, she smiles and says something about being the best kiss ever. I honestly wasn’t paying to attention to her crap.

It had to be a dream. The intensity of the kiss increased in intensity from tender to insistent. Heat and passion erupted from our lips. Logan's hands went again to the skin on my back like he couldn't get enough of it. His every movement made me hotter. I wanted him so badly I could barely think. His mouth was firm and hungry, his tongue caressing mine like he couldn't get enough of my taste.

“You want to know what I see when I look at you? I see everything I shouldn’t want. Everything that makes me weak.” “Then why do you stop?” “Because if I don’t, I’ll destroy you.” “You already are,” I whispered. “You’re killing me every time you touch me and don’t finish it.” He kissed me again. Hard. Brutal. Desperate. It was the kind of kiss you give when you know it’s the last time you’re allowed to taste something forbidden. His teeth scraped my bottom lip. His hands grabbed my ass and pulled me against him, and he was hard. So hard it made my head spin.

Dora sat in a small bedroom on the yatch, she sat in front of the mirror looking at herself, she began to trace her lips remembering how it felt when she kissed Ryan, it was better than anything she had felt before. She suddenly felt the urge to do it again, she had never thought she would have her first kiss today especially with a man she was supposed to kill. She looked at her wrist watch and checked the time, Ryan had been out for almost 10 hours, the drug wasn't supposed to last that long so she went to check up on him.

Rashka commanded, his voice dark with malice. Rashka moved through the field, his eyes cold and calculating, ready for the reason he was there. Destruction. His title as the Alpha with the Kiss of Death was well-earned. He approached each of the enemy soldiers, gripping them by their hands. They immediately lose their will once they come in contact with Rashka's touch, kneeling at his feet. Rashka leans in and places a deadly kiss on them. The soldiers' eyes widened in horror before they collapsed, lifeless, to the ground.

He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss. Then she hears it again, the scream, well now it sounds more like an angry shriek. She turns around to find a very angry lady walking towards them. She’s confused, wondering why this lady is walking up to her with murderous intent, why this guy just kissed her, why everyone seems to be interested in what's happening in their little corner. She looks to her right, where the guy was standing beside her and she’s shocked to see a very satisfied look on his face as he watches the lady walk towards them. Did he do this on purpose? She thought to herself.

“Because of you.” He gave a humorless laugh. “Barely.” We stood in silence again. This one is different. Not angry. Just… full of everything unsaid. “I went out to the border this morning,” I said eventually, shifting the weight of the conversation. “With Kira and Valerie. Remember?” He nodded. “Aleksander briefed me.” “Well, he didn’t see what I saw.” I met Viktor’s gaze again. “The kill style. The symbols carved into the bodies. The branding. The wires. The mutilation—it wasn’t random. It was deliberate. Surgical.”

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.

It didn’t reach his eyes. For the first time, she noticed how empty they looked. Blue glass. Nothing behind it. “Good,” he said quietly. He stepped closer. She tipped her head up, eyes closing, waiting for the kiss. His hand moved. Not to her cheek. Not to her waist. Fast. Precise. Cold metal slid from his sleeve with a soft, deadly whisper. A dull impact. Not loud. Just a blunt thud against flesh. Arielle’s breath stopped. The world tilted.