Kiss Of Darkness Novels & Stories

"I was the one who kissed and held you that night. I was the one who saw you first, Miranda. It was me you kissed that night of our Foundation Day." "W-What? Y-You mean..." I nodded and smiled. "Oh sh*t Xyle!" she cursed and cried. I kissed her once more. Under the beam of illuminating light. I will never hide my love for her anymore. The shadow has gone. She will be my light that will shine brightly until the last day of my life. "Min elskede, my beautiful wife." *** “I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.” —Og Mandino Kiss in the Shadow is written & translated by Mar Mojica The End

Once everything was ready, I stepped onto the stage in my white gown and with a bouquet in hand. Lucas couldn't wait for me to reach him. He approached me and stretched out his hand, eager to take mine. I reached my hand out to take his. Amid the blessings of countless werewolves, of the countless cheers and laughter, our hands clasped tightly together. Lucas lowered his head and kissed me as if no one else was there. The kiss was so long that I thought I was going to run out of breath before he finally stopped. Then, he bared his fangs and gently bit the gland at the back of my neck, completing the final mark.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Raking my hands through his silky onyx tresses, I fluttered my eyes shut in pleasure, our tongues engaging in a ferocious tango of lust. Just as he was about to slide his hand beneath my gown, I pulled away from the kiss, panting. “We are kissing in darkness,” I whispered, going over to the wall to turn on the light, extremely aware of Donovan's lascivious eyes burning into my skin. As soon as I turned around, his mouth claimed mine again, this time, he scooped me up against himself and brought me to the dining area. Withdrawing his lips from mine, he spun me around in his hold and proceeded to trail kisses down the curve of my back.

But this kiss, I would even trade the gray matter in my head for it because I know this was the kiss that woke Sleeping Beauty up. His arms snaked around my waist and pulled me closer to him in a possessive manner, leaving no room between us. His other hand moved slowly from my jaw to the back of my neck, his fingers interwoven in my hair. The kids had everything in it: a deep aching hunger, years of loneliness and despair and undying hope. My own heart's meticulously built walls began to crumble into dust. The rush of the heart-breaking reality of this kiss erased my resentment toward Whitfield and my anxiety about Joachim's world.

Then another, dirt kicked up in a pattern, like someone had slipped or been dragged. I followed it. The path narrowed, then curved. That’s when I saw her. She was on one knee, one hand pressed to the ground like she was holding herself up. Her other hand was glowing. Fire licked at her fingertips but didn’t grow. It just flickered angrily but steadily. Across from her stood a man I didn’t recognize. He was tall and pale, his eyes too bright to be natural. He was smiling, but not the good kind. No. This one reeked of mischief and wickedness. He hadn’t seen me yet.

she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in. I kissed her deeply, letting my hips move in slow, shallow thrusts. Every inch of her welcomed me in a way that made my chest tighten. She was still getting used to me, and I didn’t want to hurt her. Not now. Not ever. But then she pulled her mouth from mine, voice thick with need. “Harder, Killer.” God, the nickname never hit harder than in that moment. I smiled against her lips, my voice low and thick with heat. “Your wish is my command, Temptress.”

Amidst the questions from the reporters, who surrounded him, putting Tsuki to the ground, as they roamed the hall and answered the reporters' questions. He received word that Darkness visited him at the end of the night to question him about the kiss, heading towards the cave. - So, is the kiss worth it? – The Dark Star questioned him. - You came up with the barrier idea. – Tsuki said. - I knows. – said Darkness, hugging him with his hands on his beautiful ass.

"And we’ll burn anyone who tries to take it." Her hand comes up, fingers tangling in the hair at my nape, pulling my mouth down to hers. The kiss isn't gentle. It’s fierce, possessive, a claiming born of shared darkness and a desperate, clawing hope for light. It’s the taste of fear and defiance, of blood promises and syrup. She melts into it, her body arching against mine, a silent echo of the vow we made facing the gorge. "Don and Queen," she breathes against my lips when we finally break apart, both gasping.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.