Kiss Of Kill Novels & Stories

Goddammit, what she did to me. I kissed her like I was dying, kissed her like today was the last day of my life. Fucking her there as I teased her slit with the tip of my dick, her nails dug into my scalp. She scraped down, dragging nerve endings to life, and I grunted into her mouth, the grunt morphing into a groan as she dipped her teeth into my bottom lip. The prick of her teeth, the drag of her nails, it felt phenomenal. Made me feel fucking alive.

He replied as his hands were exploring my naked body. “How does it work? It’s not like I can bite you to suck you blood.” “Well for starters, I can do this.” He bit his lips and blood started to wet his lips. “When we kiss you can suck on it.” “If I let you feed on me, would you promise not to kill me?” “Why would I do that?” “Last night, I remember Sam explaining that a vampire can kill humans by sucking the life out of them.” I stated. “Yes but I would never kill you. What else did Sam told you?”

I ask, my voice soft and I bite my bottom lip. Without a word, Killian closes the distance. He leans in, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that starts slow and tentative but ignites instantly. It’s a collision of suppressed desire. I let out a soft moan, my hands flying up to clutch at the front of his tunic, pulling him flush against me. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming me with a possessive urgency that leaves me feeling lightheaded.

What a plan. The crowd finally grasped the situation, and public opinion shifted instantly. "This proves her guilt. This is premeditated murder!" "She was trying to kill her husband for the insurance money. What a monster!" "She used her husband's life to advance her career. She's completely heartless!" Wendy clenched her teeth. "It is just an insurance policy. You're making baseless accusations. You're standing here perfectly fine. I have done nothing to you. How can you accuse me of intending to kill you?"

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

He push my chin up and locked eyes with me. I could barely breathe with how close he was to me. His cocky aroma filled my lungs, and I longed for my pain to have me in his room. He leans in like he will kiss me. He bit me on the lip and flung my face away like my lip was disgusting. “Don't do that to her.” Sloane, who stood invisible to me while all this was going on, yelled at Ares. Ares didn't act like he heard anyone speak. He is never known to give his attention to women who are not of his level because of his arrogance.

"I'm still not sure I want to kiss you because this whole thing seems like a set up. You have probably been waiting for the moment when they would ask you to kiss me. I'm certain it's preplanned with them." "Ma'am, actors kiss all the time. There would be no sentiments attached. All you have to do is shut your eyes, tilt your head to a comfortable side, part your lips and brush your lips against his. " The photographer painted a vivid picture, obviously upset by the attitude I displayed. Felix looked at me for my consent. I reminded myself that all the kisses I ever gave to Clyde were fake and I reminded myself why I accepted to marry Felix. I then pulled close to Felix and did as the photog

Hope fell as he saw something in my expression that disappointed him. “Forget it,” he mumbled, releasing me and looking away. His shoulders hunched and he moved to leave, but I wasn't about to let him get away that easily. He couldn't kiss me like that and just run away without an explanation. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me. He frowned, his brown eyes filling with heartbreak. I looked deeper, trying to understand what was going on. Passion and something sweet burned deep within their coffee and caramel swirls. The black of his pupils threatened to suck me into their depths and made my heart melt and core heat. His kiss had awakened a deep need, and my body was responding

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

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.