Kiss And Kill Novels & Stories

Xavier smiles against my lips and kisses me harder. We break apart when the sounds of police sirens penetrate the lust filled room. Xavier moves away from me at lightning speed and leaves the room, slamming the door on his way out. I slump on the floor and try to catch my breath. Holy shit, Xavier Bishops just kissed me and worse, I kissed him back.

I felt like I had caught him, he must have slacked in his cooked stories. "You said you want to take it back without shedding blood. That's why we are using the Kiss Of Vengeance. Alpha Jake has kissed your hand four times already, we need six more to go." He still found a way out and I felt marveled. He was good at this. "Kiss Of Vengeance?" I asked as that was the part that marveled me the most in his new development. "I see that you do not believe me and I'm sure that your memory will still come back. Until then, I'll let you do whatever you want." He stood up from the bed, walking out but he couldn't stop turning back to look at me.

“Kill—“ I was interrupted by Killian. With a kiss. He suddenly kissed me. My eyes widened in shock at the sudden kiss and the feel of his soft lips on mine. Killian was kissing me. He moved his lips slowly and I just lay there on the bed. Unmoving. He continued kissing me, prying my lips open with his tongue which he pushed into my mouth and I found myself giving in as I slowly began to kiss him back. Our lips moved together, my hand unconsciously moved to hold Killian by the neck and Killian's hand had already moved to my waist as he pulled me close to himself. The kiss deepened and Killian began to kiss me more hungrily. His lips tasted good and soft and he was an excellent kisser. How wou

What else mattered? Their lips met at first tentative and soft, like rediscovering an old song you thought you'd forgotten. The taste was bittersweet — a mixture of absence and longing, of memories both sharp and tender. The kiss deepened gradually, shifting from gentle exploration to fierce desperation. It was the kind of kiss that erased time, that demanded presence, that screamed of survival in a place where nothing else seemed certain.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

I stood silently in the corridor, pretending to review my files, but my eyes were glued to the crack. I watched Killian move instantly. He walked around the table and cornered Nova against the wall. The move was so fast, so intimate, and so unprofessional that my breath hitched. He had shed every single layer of corporate armor for her. He pinned her there, speaking to her in a low, urgent voice that I couldn't hear. I watched Nova's rigid posture dissolve. Then, he took her face in his hands and kissed her. It was a deep, consuming kiss. I watched them, breathing in the hatred that was now the only thing keeping me alive. He was whispering to her, pulling her close, clinging to her.

We were the only ones on the beach and I loved how quiet it was. A few minutes into the movie, the lead characters already got freaky. Their kiss was hot. My face became hot and I down the wine at a go. Killian was silent, just like me. I had a lot to say but nothing was coming. Slowly, I felt Killian's hands on my chest and he gently fondled my breasts. I bit my lip to muffle the moan. "I want to hear those sounds," Killian growled. I raised my head and Killian slammed his lips on mine. The kiss was slow and passionate. The perfect way to express ourselves.

What a plan. The crowd finally grasped the situation, and public opinion shifted instantly. "This proves her guilt. This is premeditated murder!" "She was trying to kill her husband for the insurance money. What a monster!" "She used her husband's life to advance her career. She's completely heartless!" Wendy clenched her teeth. "It is just an insurance policy. You're making baseless accusations. You're standing here perfectly fine. I have done nothing to you. How can you accuse me of intending to kill you?"

His whole body seized, his fingers locked in Rosen's hair, holding him in place as pulse after pulse shot down that tight, gagging throat. Rosen choked, gagged, but swallowed. Killian adjusted them, pulling Rosen around until they were face to face. Then he kissed Rosen — his tongue parting Rosen's lips. Allowing them to taste each other. Rosen was consumed by Killian's taste — the salt of his own cum mixed with the musky thickness of Killian's, the two flavors tangling on their tongues.

"The gates are breached. The war is at the border. Claim your mate before we hunt." Killian let out a dark, predatory growl that shook my very center, catching my mouth in a kiss so rough, wet, and possessive it completely stole the air from my lungs, his tongue invading with a heavy, territorial hunger that tasted of absolute dominance as his hand ripped through the front fastening of my trousers, claiming the dripping heat of my center while the countdown to the southern border clash hit zero.