Killing Kisses Novels & Stories

A hoarse growl escaped his lips, and I savored the taste of his minty and sweet kiss, a familiar sensation I had experienced before. But now... there was something different. Something that hinted at a profound change. It was as if he wasn't the one kissing me. I was about to remove my blindfold when his hand gently stopped me, urging me to wait. I cleared my throat, ready to question him, but he silenced me with another passionate kiss. His lips caressed mine, eliciting a shiver that coursed through my entire being. The taste of his kiss seemed to search the depths of my soul, captivating me in an instant.

It burned, it teased, it threatened to pull me under. "What are you doing?" I asked, moving my eyes from his eye to where my hand was placed. "AHH! She finally asked a question." He locked in the same way I did. "I don't want this and neither do you." I replied him shortly. "Yes we really don't." He barked back. Slowly I removed by hand from his chest and allowed him to get closer. That was the only thing holding him back, my hand placement. He instantly crashed his lips on mine. His hand ran down to my vagina rubbish my clit with his thumb. That feeling make me moan softly in his mouth making him have full access to my mouth. The kiss started off passionate and soft as if he was just testin

Without having to think, my hands went around the back of his neck, my pelvis rocking against his as I whimpered into his mouth. He took his time, kissing me thoroughly. A long, slow swipe of his tongue over my bottom lip, his teeth nibbling the edges of my mouth, his lips pressing against mine. My hand stroked his jaw, feeling the slight prickle of two-day stubble. It wasn't unpleasant, if anything it added to the myriad of wonderful sensations flowing through his kiss. My tongue found his, colliding and tasting. He tasted so good, I knew I could never get enough.

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

I needed to make an impression. As I passed the carriage yard, I noticed one cart rocking gently. I drew closer. Through the half-open window I saw Andrew holding Clara, her face flushed, her body pressed to his. A sharp pain cut through me. I had sworn to let go, yet the sight still stabbed deep. Andrew’s gaze met mine for a heartbeat. Panic flickered, then he turned and kissed Clara fiercely, his movements exaggerated, daring me to watch. I lowered my eyes and walked on, climbing into my own carriage. On the way, I took out the gift I had prepared for the banquet—a necklace woven from moon-beast hide.

"Kisses..." His lips claimed mine, and not even the most vivid dream could have prepared me for the sensation it brought. My senses exploded, surrendering to the passion. My lips parted, and I welcomed every lush lick of his tongue, relentlessly exploring every inch of me. I shivered as the sharp edges of his fags grazed my lip. He didn't cut the skin, but the sole closeness filled me with wicked excitement. His hand at the back of my head fisted my hair, urging me closer, deepening the kiss. I didn't know how long the kiss lasted, but when our lips separated, I spent minutes trying to even my breath and calm my thundering heart.

He leaned down, his mouth hovering over her glistening folds, and then—his lips met her skin. The kiss was gentle at first, a soft promise of things to come. His tongue slid along her slit, tasting her sweetness, making her arch her back and grip the bedsheets. She moaned, the sound echoing through the room, and it only spurred him on. He began to suck, his tongue circling her clit, pressing against it in a rhythm that made her hips rock against his face. Her moans grew louder, filling the space, mixing with the sound of wet kisses and the faint smack of skin on skin.

I was erasing every trace of him with my mouth and I did not care how brutal it felt. Isora fought the kiss. She tried to turn her head away. She pushed against my chest with both hands. Her body stayed stiff at first, full of hatred and resistance. Good. I kissed her harder for it. I gripped her jaw and held her exactly where I wanted her. My tongue forced its way into her mouth and she bit me back. The sharp sting only fueled Killian. He growled into the kiss and pulled her tighter. I felt her knees start to give but I kept her upright with my arm around her waist. She was not getting away from this. Not until I was finished.

Ken curled his fingers and hit that spot inside again and again. I came hard, suddenly shattering. My body locking tight and thighs clamping around Killian’s head. I cried out—loud, broken. Ken swallowed the sound with another kiss. They kept touching me through it gentle now. Bringing me down slowly. When the tremors eased, Killian lifted his head. Ken pulled his fingers free and brought them to my mouth. I sucked them clean without thinking and tasted myself on him. Killian groaned. “Fuck.” They stripped the rest of their clothes fast. There trousers, underwear and shirt went flying.

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous of a man who has to lock his wife up to keep her from running? I don’t need a key to make you stay by my side, Sienna. I only need this." Without warning, Killian leaned down and smothered her lips in a rough, demanding kiss. This wasn't a gentle kiss of affection. This was a kiss of anger, passion, and claim. Sienna tried to fight, her hands pounding against his shoulders, but he only tightened his embrace.