Kiss And Kill Novels & Stories

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

The headline stared at him: Killian Stone’s Secret Love? Remember Killian Stone’s Passionate Kiss With The Mystery Girl? We Know She’s Some Photographer – But Who Is She Really? He studied the photo again. Killian’s hand on Aria’s cheek, her face tilted toward his in that now-public kiss. A sharp twist coiled in his chest.

Kai’s jaw tightened, their passionate kiss—Gianna’s fire, their brief surrender—a spark that burned through his focus. Gianna Moretti stood by a window, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp as she monitored comms. Her arm graze was a faint ache, her unconfessed secret—Alessio’s order to steal Castellano intel—a weight. Their kiss, Kai’s hands on her, had cracked her walls, but vulnerability scared her, her heart a battlefield. She glanced at Kai, their bond a fire, their trust tested by the burner phone, now a distant shadow.

she blurted out, rising onto her tiptoes. Their lips collided in the same desperate urgency. Killian pressed her against the wall and captured her lips in a gentle forceful kiss. He put pressure and deepened the connection. His tight lips dominated hers, pressing and smashing those cherry lips under the force. Rosa gasped into the kiss, losing herself in the intensity and wanting more. Her fingers clenched the fabric of his t-shirt and eyes rolled back at the sensation of his lips ravaging hers savagely. Her heartbeat thudded in her throat.

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,

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.

His thumbs slid upward, dragging slowly over the fabric of my shirt, grazing the sensitive undersides of my breasts. I gasped quietly. My chest hitched. He lowered his head. His rough stubble scratched my cheek. His hot breath washed over my ear. "Break every piece of glass in this house," Killian whispered. His voice was a dark, rough rasp that vibrated against my skin. "Tear my room apart. Fight me. Scream at me. I love the fire in your eyes, Doll." He pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the side of my neck. He sucked gently on the skin, a claiming, intense touch that made my legs feel weak.

Exactly one minute later, the door opened. Killian slipped inside, locked it behind him, and crossed the room in two strides. He didn’t speak. Just pressed me back against the tiles, mouth crashing into mine. The kiss was immediate and consuming—lips hard and demanding, tongue sweeping in deep and possessive. I moaned into his mouth, fingers diving into his hair, tugging hard. He groaned, the sound vibrating against my lips, and pressed his body flush against mine. The hot water poured over us both, soaking my tank top instantly, turning the fabric transparent and clinging to my breasts.

His control shattered completely. Killian’s hand caught my hair, fisting it tight. He crashed his lips against mine in a brutal kiss. No softness. No hesitation. Just pure hunger. His mouth claimed mine, tongue pushing past my lips like he owned me. He tasted like whiskey and sin, mixed with the tequila still on my tongue. I moaned into the kiss, grinding harder on his lap as our tongues fought.

There was no hell of a way I was actually going to lose him. Alpha Killian took my lips in a fierce kiss that instant. My hands tangled around his neck, intertwining my hands with his body that moment. The kiss was highly descriptive. It was like an addictive sensation that took out the life in you. That was how I could describe it because it seemed like he could kiss a fish to life. And, I loved it, because it was just perfect.