Kiss Of Kill Mga Nobela at Kwento

I kissed him back. Because in an apocalypse, you don't need a hero. You need a monster who loves you more than the world. And Killian Thorne kissed like the world was already dead and I was the only living thing left in it. His hand was in my hair, pulling, not gentle. His other hand on my waist, holding me so tight I could feel every gun and knife he had strapped to his body. He tasted like black coffee and danger.

He leaned down and slammed his mouth onto mine. The kiss was sudden, fierce, and entirely possessive. It wasn't a gentle attempt to comfort me, nor was it a quiet plea for sanity. It was an assertion of absolute control, a dark, commanding claim that instantly shattered the hyperventilating terror in my lungs. He pressed his lips hard against mine, stealing my breath and consuming every ounce of focus I had left.

“Look at me.” He closed the distance. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t anything like the soft, angelic healing Lila had performed earlier—no careful pressure, no soothing whispers. This was jagged, desperate, tasting faintly of the coffee he’d been drinking all day and the sharp, metallic tang of everything we still hadn’t said out loud. It was the kiss of two people who knew they were sinking fast and decided, fuck it, let’s drag each other all the way to the bottom.

I was erasing every trace of him with my mouth and I did not care how brutal it felt. Isora fought the kiss. She tried to turn her head away. She pushed against my chest with both hands. Her body stayed stiff at first, full of hatred and resistance. Good. I kissed her harder for it. I gripped her jaw and held her exactly where I wanted her. My tongue forced its way into her mouth and she bit me back. The sharp sting only fueled Killian. He growled into the kiss and pulled her tighter. I felt her knees start to give but I kept her upright with my arm around her waist. She was not getting away from this. Not until I was finished.

Hello Guys! Just a heads up.. I just changed my Book name and cover. I hope you will like this new cover and novel name. This is the second book in "THE KISS OF FATE SERIES" Book 2: KISS OF THEIR HIDDEN TRUTHS This is a slow-burn romance, and these first few chapters: Some of you who may not have read my first book Book 1: KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL Might find it slightly difficult to understand.

He captures her lips in a deep, breathtaking, unforgettable first kiss that seals their fate in the quiet dark. The kiss is not a gentle, hesitant brushing of lips, but a fierce, tender, passionate collision heavy with all the survival, sacrifice, and fierce love they have fought tooth and nail for. Tanya gasps softly against his mouth, her hands instinctively flying up to grip the lapels of his heavy tunic as she pulls him closer, melting entirely into the heat of his embrace.

"Claim your Queen." With a low, guttural roar of pure Alpha dominance, Killian spun me around, catching my mouth in a kiss so rough, wet, and possessive it completely stole the air from my lungs, his tongue invading with a heavy, territorial hunger that tasted of absolute victory as his hand ripped through the front fastening of my trousers, claiming the dripping heat of my center while the vanguard marched into the shadow of the Western Rift.

His large, warm hand cupped her jawline firmly, his thumb brushing across her trembling bottom lip with rough, possessive friction. Before Seraphina could draw another breath to protest, Killian captured her lips. The kiss was not gentle; it was a hungry, devastating collision of mouths driven by days of suppressed longing, fierce territorial jealousy, and the undeniable pull of the mating bond. His lips pressed brutally against hers, demanding entry, sweeping away all her feeble resistance in a torrential rush of heat and emotion.

Killian tilted my head back, his dark grey eyes darkening, and brought his mouth down on mine. The kiss wasn't gentle but possessive, raw, and desperate. An intense shock hummed straight down my spine, so intense it made my knees give out. I gasped against his lips, and Killian instantly caught my waist, dragging me flush against the heavy heat of his chest until there was no space left between us.

I sarcastically retorted earning a low laugh from him. See? He's guilty. It was his fault in the first place. Yeah he will take full control over the kiss but that doesn't mean he can remove my clothes too. "That's how I kiss, darling. Yours is a punch kiss right? Mine is different" he smile sheepishly. I shot a glare at him. "What's wrong with my kiss? Punch kiss or not, it still consider as a kiss" I fireback. "Ah huh?" He wiggle his brow. "Just so you know my wife, I don't consider it a kiss if only the lips is involved. That's not exciting" he wink at me.