Kiss And Kill Novels & Stories

NOT UNLESS MUMMY KISSES US GOODNIGHT. Daniela’s face flamed. “Matteo…” Four tabs rose in chorus: KISS!— Matteo. KISS!— Alessio. KISS!— Rocco. KISS!— Leo. Killian pinched the bridge of his nose. “God help me.” Daniela knelt, quickly kissing each small forehead. The boys beamed, triumphant. When she stood, her eyes met his. For one heartbeat too long, neither looked away. “See you tomorrow, angels.” she whispered then turned to Killian. “Goodnight sir.”

Pathetic. And there it was. Not a document, but a secure folder filled with personal photos and messages. The photos were the goldmine. Killian and Professor Igor. Not in a lecture hall. Not talking about grades. They were in a dark, quiet bar, practically sitting in each other's laps, eyes locked. The best photo—the one I knew would burn the whole house down—was a slightly blurry shot of them kissing, their faces pressed together in a moment of desperate, undeniable affection.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

he whispered again, softer this time. I was still trying to catch my breath, heart racing, when he leaned down and kissed me slow and deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue. From the room next door came the faint creak of bedsprings and a muffled moan —Lupiter’s voice, high and performative. Killian’s lips curved against mine, wicked and unrepentant. “Let them listen,” he murmured. “Let them hear what they’ll never have.” And then he kissed me again, swallowing every quiet moan I couldn’t hold back, until the only name on my lips and in my blood was his.

"You saved the world yesterday. You should sleep in." "I'm fairly certain you helped," I smiled, turning in his arms to run my fingers through his thick, dark hair. "I seem to recall a twelve-foot wolf chewing on a cosmic titan's thumb." Killian chuckled, a dark, vibrating sound. He leaned over, capturing my lips in a slow, breathtaking kiss that tasted of absolute victory and unyielding desire. His calloused hand slid up my thigh, the heat of the Convergence beginning to hum between us. We were fully prepared to ignore the rest of the world for a few more hours.

In every breath. His face is so close now that I can see the tiny flecks of gold in his green irises. Feel his warmth. His breath on my lips. — Lina, my name is only a hoarse whisper, laden with everything left unsaid between us. — We're going to destroy everything, I whisper, my eyes blurry. — Maybe. His hand slides up my arm, a slow, burning caress. But some things deserve to be destroyed. When his lips brush mine, it is both a surprise and an inevitability. An electric shock runs through my entire body, making every fibre of my being vibrate. The kiss is soft at first, hesitant, as if testing boundaries. Then it becomes more insistent, more desperate.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

His lips brushed the shell of my ear in a surprisingly tender gesture. “Good girl,” he whispered, voice hoarse with satisfaction. He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my shoulder. “But we’re nowhere near done.” He slowly pulled out of me, and I whimpered pathetically at the sudden emptiness, feeling the warm rush of his cum immediately start to pour from my well-fucked, gaping hole. Killian turned me around gently, his strong hands lifting me effortlessly onto the marble countertop. He stepped between my spread thighs and kissed me deeply—slow, possessive, and claiming—his tongue tangling with mine while his hand slid between my legs.

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.

And then he kissed me again, angling his head to deepen the kiss cutting off everything I want to say. For a moment while our lips meet in a hot dance of longing and passion I finally let myself lose the fight I was internally fighting. I let Killiad Knight get under my skin. •••