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.

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

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

I pulled her upward, and my mouth crashed onto hers. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was a collision. It was a desperate, starving reclamation born of the terror of almost losing her. It tasted of salt, cold rain, and the metallic tang of adrenaline. I kissed her with everything I had—my guilt, my possessiveness, my absolute and total surrender to the woman who had finally accepted the darkness in me.

He gazed down at her soft, pink lips, his long, thick eyelashes casting shadows over the dark desires in his black eyes. His warm fingertips gently brushed over her soft lips. "Kiss me," he whispered. Kimberly's face burned with embarrassment, hesitating for a long time without moving. He lazily lifted his eyes, seriously locking onto hers. In the depths of his dark eyes, hidden emotions were so intense they left no room for escape. "Kiss me," he repeated, this time with seriousness in his husky voice.

No ghosts of the past, no fear of the future, and no illusion of a clean, conventional world waiting outside the door. Daniel captured his lips in a deep, consuming kiss, a kiss born not just of physical hunger, but of absolute, terrifying surrender. It was rough, demanding, and utterly unapologetic, claiming every part of Lukas with a ferocious, dark devotion that defied the rest of the universe. He also wanted this kind of set up. He lifted Lukas effortlessly, carrying him backward away from the window toward the wide, low-slung leather mattress in the center of the loft. The room around them dissolved into shadow as the violet dusk surrendered to night, casting the industrial space in dee