Killing Kisses Novels & Stories

- HAZEL - His fingers claw into my skin making me gasp. I think that is his demand for an answer. My lips part open to utter a word but Killian locks his lips with mine, kissing me passionately till I lose control over my own thoughts in the process. One step at a time, I find my subconsciousness fading away to his kisses. To the way his tongue devours my mouth, tasting every inch of me till I can feel it at the back of my throat.

He was the same as a child; he had always wanted what was mine. He kissed the top of her head gently, then he turned her into his arms and kissed her properly, desire sparking at her core. She had been close to orgasm when Killian had torn Eros off her. Now, her true mate's kisses set her blood on fire, and she saw his eyes turn golden, ‘Fuck Tegan.’

Ara blinked innocently at him, not realizing the effect it was having on Killian. Killian swooped and pressed his lips onto hers. Ara's eyes went round as her eyes once again found Angela who oblivious to all was fumbling with pieces of capsicum. He pushed against her hands and came impossibly close, ignoring the fact there was a kid in the room. He pulled her lower lip into his and started sucking on her tender flesh. His hands roaming along the sides of her waist. Fortunately, he didn't go for a full-on tongue-fucking session and broke the kiss just a few moments later. But that didn't mean he was done. He swiped her hair behind her back, baring all his bite to his eyes. His eyes glimmered

Please stop, please. "For straight five minutes, they kissed, feasting on each other's lips, suckling on each other's tongues. I was in my car, watching it all. "While still clinging to her kiss, he stretched his hand to the ignition lock cylinder and twisted the key, killing the engine. "While still clinging to her kiss, he slowly pushed one of his legs out and dropped to the floor, then the other.

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

“You didn’t think I’d let her breathe another second, did you?” He closed the remaining distance, grabbed my chin, and kissed me hard, tasting the violence on my lips. It wasn’t soft, it wasn't tender…it was hunger, sharp and consuming. The kind of kiss that burned straight through the kill and into something darker. Before I knew it, he had me pinned against the back of a car, his hands rough, his body urgent. I pulled at him the same way, biting, clawing, taking as much as he gave. The rush of the kill made every touch sharper, every sound louder. We didn’t care that the world was just a corner away… It only made it better, more reckless.

A slow, dark amusement replaced the heavy iron in his gaze. "Roses?" he guessed softly. "Yes," I murmured, suddenly very aware of how messy I was. "Let me go wash up." "No." Killian’s hand slid to the back of my neck. Before I could react, he pulled me down and crashed his lips onto mine. The kiss was sudden, hot, and hungry. His tongue pushed past my lips instantly, sweeping deep, tasting me like he couldn’t get enough. I gasped into his mouth, my eyes fluttering shut as I melted against his chest.

I teased him again by whispering on his ear. "Yeah, cause I'm going to kill you anytime soon," He replied. "With what?" "I'm going to give you a heart attack" He turned to face me, so now our faces were only inches apart. Even in the dim light, I can see every structure of his face. He blinked several times before he sensually approached my lips without anything holding him back. He started kissing me in a fleshly approach, and I started kissing him back as well. It was a slow-burning kiss, which is far from the aggressive one that I used to do. My chest is pounding fast again, and maybe it's true that he can kill me by giving me a heart attack right now, but I'm not ready to die, now that I

"Let's find ourselves a cab and a random hotel! Screw the freaking bus! I'm fucking you in Tokyo!" Killian smirks. "Damn, now we are talking, dirty girl—I can't wait to lick your tits." I growl, angry at my throbbing pussy. "Stop talking like that, and find us a cab!" Laughter fills my ears, and before I know it, I'm pulled in for another hot, searing kiss that makes my toes curl. I forget about the world, and then I'm drawn into desperate lust. Killian Phoenix will be the death of me—of this, I'm sure. The end.

And then Kyle turns around, confusion is written all over his face. “Jer?” “Shut up, Kyle. “ The next thing I feel is his fingers digging in my new short hair and he's kissing me. Not slowly and carefully like he did last time. But hungry and hot. I press towards him and return the kiss. * * * Eva