Killing Kisses Novels & Stories

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 felt like a schoolgirl alone with her crush for the first time, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. “I have wanted to do this all night,” Jack whispered, reaching his hand to my chin. He gently guided me to his lips. Fireworks exploded in my brain and I swear a brass band was playing a happy song as he kissed me. I pressed up against him, feeling his strong body mold into mine. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me in closer as his tongue quested for mine. I could have stood there kissing him for the rest of the evening, but the phone began to ring again. Jack ignored it for a moment, but when the shrill sound refused to stop, he released me. His kisses left me breathless, dizzy and cra

The moment he put his tongue into her mouth, she melted. Her hands moved to his shoulders, and her body pressed closer to him. She also kissed him desperately under the stars, as if she was making them a witness of their love. Her knees almost buckled when they broke the kiss. Both were breathing heavily, as if they had run a marathon. Esen looked into his eyes, her heart racing with excitement and fear.

she chuckled, “You have to get rid of that curse of yours.” I couldn't believe that she actually said the words I was hoping to hear when I decided to meet her. My heart pounded wildly, and every ounce of my body wanted to jump for joy. “Is there a way to break the kissing spell?!” I inquired impatiently. “Of course, there is,” she smirked, “In case of breaking the bound with someone, all you need to do is to… kill him.”

Her toes curled as he moved his fingers faster inside her, her moans reverberating around the room. Sweeping the papers and devices on his table away, Killian lifted Ruelle off his lab, placing her on the table. Before Ruelle could utter a word, his lips crashed onto hers, taking her breath away. The kiss wasn't gentle or soft but passionate, different from the first one they shared just now Her hands instinctively found their way to his shoulders, clutching his shirt as she kissed him back. Killian pulled her panties down, his trousers dropping to the floor. Pulling her to him, he parted her legs.

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.

The wet, sliding friction made a slick sound in the quiet space. Killian leaned over the back of the chair, his mouth catching hers in a deep, hungry kiss, taking her whimpers into his own mouth while Alaric continued to pump inside her. I kept my hands on her waist, helping her hold her hips steady against the heavy, relentless rhythm of Alaric’s thrusts. "That's it, take all of him," Killian growled against her lips, his hand sliding down to squeeze her breast through the front of the gold dress.

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.

The kiss was electric, causing his heart to race with excitement. In that moment, he knew that he would never forget this feeling and that he would do anything to keep it alive. This was not the end, not yet. Killan ended the kiss as his lips lingered on his partner's while he sucked on his tongue. He gazed deeply into his lover's eyes, searching for something unspoken between them. "Delectably satisfying." Killan said it seductively while licking his lips. As soon as Ackerly laid his eyes on it, a deep groan escaped his lips.

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.