Killing Kisses Novels & Stories

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

As always, the brief contact made her automatically open for the exploration of his tongue. Oh god! His taste! Better than anything she could remember. Tonight, it was filled with the faint lingering flavors of barbecue and corn and the essence that was Killian that not even a hint of beer could chase away. The scent of outdoors still clung to him, an earthy masculine smell which never failed to turn her on. The kiss went on and on, Lexie clinging to Killian's shoulders, sure she would have fallen from the weakness invading her body without the support of his hands. "God." He panted when he lifted his mouth from hers. "Your kisses should be outlawed, you know that? It's a damn good thing no

he murmured against her skin, voice rough, low, and laced with something that made her knees weaken. She gasped, tilting her face back into his, letting him capture her lips again, this time with a hunger that mirrored his own. Each kiss was urgent, almost desperate, and the world outside the office, Neva, Mateo, the city itself—ceased to exist. Calla’s hands roamed, exploring, holding, gripping him as though he were her anchor. Killian responded in kind, his lips and hands mapping her body over her clothes, claiming her slowly and deliberately. The heat between them was increasing , an invisible fire building with every brush of lips, every gentle bite of his mouth on hers, every whispered

The comforter hit my back, and the sight of Killian removing his clothes in the soft bedroom light caused the aftershocks still running through my pussy to go into overdrive. He came at me from the end of the bed, and before I could protest, I found myself turned onto my stomach. There was no time to worry about being ass up, because his lips traveled up my legs starting at the bottom of my foot. The kisses were like the ones on my necksome nice and some stinging little nips of pain that dissolved as soon as his teeth released my skin. I gripped the comforter and held on. He placed one hard bite beneath my left butt cheek then traveled down the opposite leg.

ALEXA Okay. So here's the thing. You're not supposed to kiss the man you were ordered to kill. You're especially not supposed to kiss him while you're straddling him with a knife to his chest. Oops. His hands found my hips, and my heart took one long, dramatic pause, like it had no idea which team it was playing for anymore. The enemy? The ex? God, I was so screwed. His lips moved against mine with that signature Killian arrogance, the kind that said, 'I know you're dangerous, baby, but I'll still die in your arms, smiling.' And the worst part? My body was matching his energy because it was a traitor.

She wouldn’t let him have what he wanted just yet. “Damn—” Killian stammered as she leaned down to kiss him. His lips were soft like satin, pink like peonies. Mayeli could taste the hints of soft oak and warm earth. It lingered on her tongue like a sultry sweetness. She leaned in again to taste more. Again, she shushed him, but she had an even better idea. She crawled up Killian’s body and pressed her pussy to his lips. The roughness of his beard against her delicate flesh was ticklish, but the harder she pushed against him, the deeper his tongue slid into her.

Killian reaches out and supports Sebastian before he hits his head on the headboard, still locking their lips in a heated kiss. Killian’s hands move from seb’s back to carasess his cheeks gently. Time seems to slow down as they continue their passionate kiss, consuming each other's glory. This time Sebastian can feel the difference. He didn't know a kiss could taste so different each time but Killian is ready to make him explore things he never knew existed. Their lips move in perfect harmony. Even though the kiss may seem sloppy and messy from his end, Killian has it covered. He seems to master the art of kissing and setting Sebastian's heart on fire while it burns with newly found desire.

But what I got was neither. The moment his lips touched mine, the world narrowed to just that—him. The kiss wasn’t soft, but it wasn’t rough either. It was controlled, confident, and slow enough to make it feel like he wasn’t just trying to impress the crowd—but me. It didn’t feel like a kiss between two enemies forced into holy matrimony. It felt like something else. Something I didn’t want to name. And for a moment—just one single, stupid moment—my heart stuttered in my chest like a fucking idiot that i am, because who in their right senses romanticizes a man who killed their family?

/ If I don’t get my lips on her skin soon, I feel like I am going to fucking die soon-/ I’m not sure when or how the black thick tights that cover my legs fly off my body and Killian’s lips press harshly against my skin, against my inner thighs, his hands taking hold on my hips, his thumb hooking on the bones and tugging me forward. A short yelp escapes me again and I swallow harshly as i fall on my back and he moves closer, upwards, getting on his knees in front of me, his lips moving the kisses up my thighs, towards my core.

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