Kiss And Kill Novels & Stories

His jaw tightened, his eyes darkened, and for a single, suspended moment, I thought he might pull away entirely. But he didn't. He couldn't. The hunger in his gaze was too vast, too consuming, and he pressed his forehead against mine, breathing me in — deep, shuddering breaths — as if he were memorizing me through scent alone. Then he kissed me one last time, this time on my lips, and it was different from the others — slower, deeper, more deliberate, his tongue sliding against mine with a slow, rolling pressure that left me dizzy and gasping.

"Why won't it be good?" Killian completely crushed the remaining distance between them, capturing her lips in a desperate kiss. Elara gasped into his mouth, instantly melting against him as she kissed him back. But just as Killian’s hands slid down to grip her hips, hoisting her higher onto the edge of the desk... Knock. Knock. Killian completely ignored the sound. He trailed his burning kisses down her jawline, his lips dragging open-mouthed against the sensitive skin of her neck.. Knock. Knock. Knock.

I ask, my voice soft and I bite my bottom lip. Without a word, Killian closes the distance. He leans in, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that starts slow and tentative but ignites instantly. It’s a collision of suppressed desire. I let out a soft moan, my hands flying up to clutch at the front of his tunic, pulling him flush against me. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming me with a possessive urgency that leaves me feeling lightheaded.

He captures her lips in a deep, breathtaking, unforgettable first kiss that seals their fate in the quiet dark. The kiss is not a gentle, hesitant brushing of lips, but a fierce, tender, passionate collision heavy with all the survival, sacrifice, and fierce love they have fought tooth and nail for. Tanya gasps softly against his mouth, her hands instinctively flying up to grip the lapels of his heavy tunic as she pulls him closer, melting entirely into the heat of his embrace.

He can taste the sweetness of her lips, the softness of it. Gradually, the woman stopped as the man kissed her. She shut her eyes close and respond to his kisses. Although he did not know, he followed the movement of its lips. Tonight, that's their first kiss. A first kiss full of love, between an angel and a demon. Almost every well -known surname attended Hades ’grand birthday party. Even well -known artists were there as well and some big -name senators in the country. As Khione requested, some of Hades' friends also attended his birthday. It's his 24th birthday, and everyone's excited to see the handsome Hades.

"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.

Rashka commanded, his voice dark with malice. Rashka moved through the field, his eyes cold and calculating, ready for the reason he was there. Destruction. His title as the Alpha with the Kiss of Death was well-earned. He approached each of the enemy soldiers, gripping them by their hands. They immediately lose their will once they come in contact with Rashka's touch, kneeling at his feet. Rashka leans in and places a deadly kiss on them. The soldiers' eyes widened in horror before they collapsed, lifeless, to the ground.

“Killia—” My shout died in his mouth. He was kissing me fully and ruthlessly. I couldn’t keep up with his kisses anymore. His hands started fondling my breasts. He dipped his head and sucked the other one making me look up and gasp. I gripped his hair tightly and bit my lower lip to stifle my moan. “Killian, what if someone will see or hear—” “Shut the fuck up, Cassandra.” He cut me off with his harsh tone.

"I'm still not sure I want to kiss you because this whole thing seems like a set up. You have probably been waiting for the moment when they would ask you to kiss me. I'm certain it's preplanned with them." "Ma'am, actors kiss all the time. There would be no sentiments attached. All you have to do is shut your eyes, tilt your head to a comfortable side, part your lips and brush your lips against his. " The photographer painted a vivid picture, obviously upset by the attitude I displayed. Felix looked at me for my consent. I reminded myself that all the kisses I ever gave to Clyde were fake and I reminded myself why I accepted to marry Felix. I then pulled close to Felix and did as the photog

His voice vibrates on my skin. "Because I drank a lot. You hate it when I drink." Killian chuckles. His hand slips underneath the hoodie I'm wearing. His thumb carefully runs around my navel. "At least you know I hate it." He presses his lips on my neck, giving me another warm kiss. "That tickles." I giggle, enjoying the call atmosphere. "Want me to stop?" Killian's teeth bites my earlobe and I pull my shoulder up my ear. "I got a package with instructions for your dosage. Whoever gave you that pill must really care about you."