Kiss Of Darkness Novels & Stories

But Zachary didn’t stop kissing him even for a second. He kept their mouths fused, kissing slower now but still deep and possessive, hips grinding lazy circles inside as aftershocks rolled through both of them. The cold floor seeped into Ezekiel’s back, his body limp and trembling, the open night air cooling the sweat and cum on his skin but there's no way showing up for the pain passing through every inch of his body. The kiss dragged on, softening, deepening, stealing every last breath until Ezekiel’s head lolled, vision fading to black.

—Og Mandino Kiss in the Shadow is written & translated by Mar Mojica The End

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.

Zeus replied without even glancing at his father. “Lock the door, little boss.” “Aye, big Boss,” Zuhair answered cheerfully with a salute. Dark laughed and left the room. --- “Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up,” Dark whispered as he woke Cassandra. He kissed her face repeatedly. Cassandra only groaned, making Dark swallow hard. He closed his eyes to control himself. “Oh, demon inside me. Control yourself. She is completely sore,” he scolded himself silently. He opened his eyes again and kissed Cassandra deeply, stealing her breath. His plan worked because she started slapping him lightly and moaning against his lips. He bit her lower lip before letting go.

Much more. There is something dark, satanic and sinful about the way he had kissed me and I want to feel it again. It wasn’t just a kiss, it wasn’t even cute or romantic to say the least. The darkness within us is actually calling something buried within me. I want it with Killian. He is the only person that can fulfill those dark fantasies, I know that from the way he had stared at me after he kissed me in that dungeon. The way his tongue had dominated and sexed mine in a way that made me tremble from inside out.

His eyes were still glowing but the murderous aura had dissipated. “ Dark?” she called his name to make sure. “ I am okay love. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil” said Dark. He untangled himself from her and drew her into his arms. “ I won't let him take you. You are mine” said Dark as he tilted her head and claimed her lips. He expected her to resist him but she did not. Marissa moaned into the kiss. This sent vibrations into Damian’s croutch. He led her to the bed and laid her down then he crawled on top of her and started kissing her again.

She stayed the naked in front of him as he devoured every corner of her mouth and sucked her lips like his world depended on her lips… She was closing her eyes in fear and then felt his hands on her blossoms caressing it slowly and she felt fabric on her body and immediately her eyes opened. He left her lips and she took the deep breath to calm her mind as she felt black dots appearing in front of her eyes because of lack of oxygen. He slowly while roaming his rough palms around her back hooked her bra. She was confused as she saw herself in black bra and then started to kiss her jaw, neck , and collarbone… After sucking and biting her neck his eyes landed on her face. She was closing her ey

I breathed, my fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. The psychological intensity was explosive. He didn't want an apology; he wanted the darkness. He kissed me—a brutal, salt-and-mercury kiss that tasted like the end of the world. It was the coldest kiss I had ever felt, yet it ignited a fire in my veins that the Sovereigns could never extinguish. His human hand tightened on my waist, pulling me closer until I could feel the rhythmic, jagged thumping of his heart against my own. "You are the only one who knows the truth of my darkness," he growled against my mouth. "And now, you will never be able to escape it."

Clyde lets out a low, dark chuckle against my lips—a sound of pure, wicked satisfaction—before his mouth devours mine completely. This kiss isn't a victory seal; it is a declaration of war against the old world. It is heavy, punishing, and entirely unyielding, his tongue claiming the inside of my mouth with a rhythmic, heavy pressure that leaves me completely breathless. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling his massive weight closer, deeper, until the tattered silk of my gown is completely forgotten between us. My claws slide out instinctively, scoring deep, white lines across his broad shoulders, drawing out the intense, intoxicating heat of his shadow-energy until the entire hall smell