Novel & Cerita Kiss Of Kill

"We can do more if that's what you so desire, mi amor he mischievously whisper in my ear. Unable to resist his touch, I lean in to kiss him. This time there's no urgency like the previous night. We explore each other's bodies more leisurely. Gabriel Santos fulfilled his promise. He makes me his priority in bed, his lips devoted to kissing every inch of my body and bringing me pleasure as his tongue explores my intimacy. It elicits moans of his name from me, begging him not to stop. Until my entire body shudders, reaching its peak of pleasure solely from gabriel's lips. The Mafia Don trails his lips to my thigh, kissing, licking, and nipping at me.

I'll choose kissing her over pranks any day. We stop by Derrick and Camden's locker first and it's at the tip of my tongue to warn them about Rain's prank but I keep my mouth shut. If I'm going to sleep with her, I should start being nice to her. Should I recorded this and send to her as a gesture of good will? I chuckle to myself. Am I really ready to shove my friends under the bus for a chance at pussy? Who am I? Rain and a girl that's dating one of her stoner friends enter the hallway and they try to pretend they're not watching us. Rain's eyes don't meet mine. She's looking everywhere but at me. Glad to see I'm not the only one affected by the kiss.

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.”

He was the same as a child; he had always wanted what was mine. He kissed the top of her head gently, then he turned her into his arms and kissed her properly, desire sparking at her core. She had been close to orgasm when Killian had torn Eros off her. Now, her true mate's kisses set her blood on fire, and she saw his eyes turn golden, ‘Fuck Tegan.’

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.

Closed the space between them until their breath mingled and the bond howled under his skin. He tilted her chin up. Her eyes narrowed, part hatred, part challenge. “You sure?” he murmured, only for her to hear. She swallowed. “Make it look real.” So he did. He kissed her. But not like in the dream. This was raw. Open-mouthed. Devouring. Their bodies locked together with a force that burned through the falsehood. She tasted like smoke and rain. Her hands fisted in his shirt, and a low, desperate sound escaped her throat, a growl neither of them expected.

"Kisses..." His lips claimed mine, and not even the most vivid dream could have prepared me for the sensation it brought. My senses exploded, surrendering to the passion. My lips parted, and I welcomed every lush lick of his tongue, relentlessly exploring every inch of me. I shivered as the sharp edges of his fags grazed my lip. He didn't cut the skin, but the sole closeness filled me with wicked excitement. His hand at the back of my head fisted my hair, urging me closer, deepening the kiss. I didn't know how long the kiss lasted, but when our lips separated, I spent minutes trying to even my breath and calm my thundering heart.

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.

My heart is beating fast and I'm a moaning mess as Killian slips a finger past my wet entrance. " Oh, fuck." I gasp. " Always so fucking tight." Killian releases the hook at the back of my halter neck, revealing my bare breasts. He groans, with evident hunger in his eyes. Killian starts to run trails of kisses down my neck to my breasts. His mouth worships my hard and sensitive buds as he runs his fingers all over them.

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.