Kiss Of Darkness Novels & Stories

That ravage me. “Dima…” My name is a pure moan on her lips, inciting pure lust. I milk her sweetness, loving the taste of her lips. I’ve kissed various women before, but none can be compared to Dawn. As I kiss her with masterful precision, I taste the sweetness of the juice she drank earlier at the club. “Dima…” She groans again. I taste the coppery tang of blood but I don’t know from whose lips it’s coming from, either way we continue with the kiss. The dark side of me, the sadistic side loves the blood that seeped out and how we exchange it.

Mason hissed, his voice a menacing whisper as he pressed his lips against Desmond's, a desperate hunger burning in his eyes. The tingles that had sparked when the warlock had grabbed his neck, intensified as their lips met. Despite the danger that surrounded them, Desmond found himself responding to the kiss, his own desires mingling with the tumultuous emotions that swirled within him. As Mason moaned against his mouth, Desmond sensed a flicker of something more beneath the warlock's facade of darkness, something was reaching for his own soul. And then, in a fleeting moment, he glimpsed it once more—the flash of golden eyes that hinted at a hidden truth concealed beneath the layers of darkn

Not giving him a moment, she lifted her face and connected their lips. Sparks burst like lightwork. Every cell of their being buzzed with life as they tangled their tongue into a passionate kiss. Azriel groaned in her mouth and deepened the kiss. She felt his tongue slithering down her throat. Sienna let out a strangled moan. She always found his bestiality arousing. His dominance, his darkness, there was something very attractive about it. They were still kissing the life out of her when their door rattled due to a loud knock.

Towering at 6’10” with a massively powerful build, his dark skin gleamed in the firelight as he approached. Maddie turned, eyes dark with hunger. “I don’t want the polite version,” she whispered. “I want the raw one.” Darius smiled darkly. He crossed the room and pulled her into a deep, commanding kiss, his large hands sliding under her shirt to explore her curves. The contrast between his scorching palms and the cool Texas night air on her exposed skin made her shiver. He peeled the shirt off slowly, letting it fall, then backed her against the rough wooden railing. The coarse timber pressed into her back as he dropped to his knees.

She didn't say anything when he suddenly caught her in a dominating kiss like he wanted to get rid of his frustration by getting lost in her. His kiss was rough, raw and dominating. Her moans muffled as he deepened it and his hold on her hair tightened. Her eyes snapped open when he ripped off her shirt with just one pull. His mouth assaulted her neck like he was starving for ages. She grabbed on his arms and pulled him closer, fueling his desires. They are each other like starving wolves. His frustration and her desperation fuelled together. He broke the kiss and stepped back to take off his hoodie but his eyes didn't leave her. Her smooth skin was now tinted with his marks, her breathing w

It should've scared me how desperate I was for him but I was much too high to give a fuck right now. Oops. Okay, so I may have lied when I said four on the scale. The truth is, I'm still very much in my weed-induced fog. But he doesn't know that. No, because he kisses me like I'm sober. All wet and needy and like he'll die on my taste. He palms the back of my neck, his fingers kneading the tender flesh as deepens the kiss, his tongue prying my lips apart until he is all I can taste. This kiss is different from the last one. While that one was built on dominance, this kiss is built on something far more darker. More sinister.

CHAPTER 30: The Snake Inside Vincenzo’s Pov I just stood there after the kiss. It was so stupid. I kissed her in that dark hallway. I shouldn't have done that. I'm the Don, i don’t just kiss people whenever I feel like it. I’m the boss of everything but she was right there, and she looked so mad at me for showing her off at the party. I liked that she was mad. She didn’t look scared at all. She just looked angry. I pulled away and left fast before I did anything else totally dumb.

“We confirmed it. The Revenant took the contract. The one assassin everyone was terrified of. The one no one sees coming.” I let out a sharp breath and turned away, staring out the window. Moscow glowed beneath us, golden lights hiding rotting bones. “How the hell did he get to him?” I muttered. “That place was a fucking fortress.” “She’s a ghost,” Alek said quietly. “No pattern. No signature. She picks her kills like a god picks storms.” “She?” He nodded. “Her real name’s Amara Voss. Used to work under a few aliases; Russian, Italian, Middle Eastern. Never caught. Never seen. Just bodies and flames in her wake.”

“Give us an example.” “Well, you know that saying ‘In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king’?” Aki and Sasha nodded. “Well, it’s something like that but it’s more like: In a land of darkness, the blind man is king. When the Tenrai no Kasai meteor fell and started the Age of Darkness, a few Slayer masters were said to have gone crazy and decided to… uh, blind themselves.” Sasha gulped though his throat was dry. “You mean, so they could heighten their other senses?”

Without hesitation or remorse. — Then do it now. He widened his eyes slightly, his snout opened and released a blast of warm air in my face. He shook his head, denying, laughing briefly. — You're crazy... He said with a smile. He approached, baring his large fangs, pulled my chin up, and opened his mouth. His tongue slid over his pointed teeth, and he didn't hesitate to kiss me. His tongue entered my mouth, caressing mine, and I tasted the metallic tang of blood. I could taste the blood of that man, but I didn't feel disgusted. Just aroused.