Kiss And Kill Novels & Stories

He gripped my chin pulling me up from the floor "You let go so quickly. I have to reward you" he said "Ah you wanted a kiss." he scoffed "how silly of me to forget but anyway we don't want to leave you with nothing. I’m a gentleman who keeps his word, so here you go" he kissed me on my forehead softly. His lips felt cold, like the kiss of death. I clenched my fists. Sadistic Bastard!!

I sarcastically retorted earning a low laugh from him. See? He's guilty. It was his fault in the first place. Yeah he will take full control over the kiss but that doesn't mean he can remove my clothes too. "That's how I kiss, darling. Yours is a punch kiss right? Mine is different" he smile sheepishly. I shot a glare at him. "What's wrong with my kiss? Punch kiss or not, it still consider as a kiss" I fireback. "Ah huh?" He wiggle his brow. "Just so you know my wife, I don't consider it a kiss if only the lips is involved. That's not exciting" he wink at me.

“We’re already late,” Killian smiled and kissed the side of her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. “This won’t take long,” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * ~ Caspian ~

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

The idea of being fucked in front of the bar had turned this girl on. I shake my head at the lack of respect for herself. Even Cassidy wasn’t that easy. “Who are you fucking? Two of them if I heard right?” Killian smiles once more and holds his hand up for a drink. “We were talking about Crimson Moon and Raven Knights pack.” Jamerson growls, irritated at Killian for some reason.

Since I have no chill, I declare to the empty bar: “This is it. I’ve peaked.” Kyle snorts, cupping the back of my head. “Come here.” Our kiss is slow and deep and filthy, tongues sliding together and teeth grazing bottom lips. We don’t come up for air, because that is what nostrils are for: to let you kiss a sexy older man until your head spins. I get it now. “Mmph.” I’ve given up on words. Why speak, when my mouth is better occupied? Better to kiss Kyle like it’s my last night alive, grinding against the hard bulge in his jeans, and let my body do the talking. It’s sure got enough confessions to make.

Dora sat in a small bedroom on the yatch, she sat in front of the mirror looking at herself, she began to trace her lips remembering how it felt when she kissed Ryan, it was better than anything she had felt before. She suddenly felt the urge to do it again, she had never thought she would have her first kiss today especially with a man she was supposed to kill. She looked at her wrist watch and checked the time, Ryan had been out for almost 10 hours, the drug wasn't supposed to last that long so she went to check up on him.

Seeing Connor like this, Belinda's expression flickered with panic. She forced a smile and quickly changed the subject. She said, "You're just too kind-hearted. Even though you didn't love Luna, she was still your mate. It's only natural that her death would affect you. "But I know you'll move past this soon… because you don't love Luna." Each word was deliberate. Calculated. Like a drowning man clinging to driftwood, Connor seized onto her reassurance. He echoed, "Yes… Yes, you're right. I don't love her. I couldn't have killed someone I loved."

CHAPTER 35: The Hard Reminder Francesca’s Pov My face was still burning. I walked fast down the long hall. I locked the door to my bedroom hard, i put my back against the wood. I tried to slow my breathing. It did not work. The kiss was a mistake. It was a bad mistake, i told myself that. I kept telling myself that he is the enemy and that he is the killer, he is the one who took my parents but his story. His story was sad, he was only a fifteen years old boy. That is too young to kill a man, that is too young to be a devil.

“Kieran, what the fuck!” “You touched him,” Kieran seethes, voice low and dangerous; he speaks like a man who is possessed as his eyes flicker between amber and green, his wolf wanting to come out and rip the head off the person who dared to lay their filthy hands on their man. “You fucking kissed him!” Cassian’s face is almost blue from how tight and hard Kieran is pressing his against his neck. “It was just a kiss. What the hell’s your problem?” Kieran pushes harder instead; his instinct is to kill. “My problem?” he laughs, a dry and dark humorless sound that bounces off the walls. “You put your mouth on something that isn’t yours. He is fucking mine!”