Kiss Of Kill Novels & Stories

She sat on Ryan's laps her hands around his neck “You are right. You are my first kiss so why don't I make me your last?” She moved her head untill their forehead touched “Kiss me” she told him, she had nothing to lose afterall, A simple kiss wouldn't change anything Ryan slowly pressed his lips on hers and began to kiss her, the wave of emotions Dora was experiencing was nothing she was familiar with yet she liked every bit of it, Ryan was probably the best kisser in the world. She kissed him back their tongues sucking the hell out of each other,

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.

I freeze for a moment before parting my lips. His tongue dives in, claiming my mouth, tangling with mine. At first, his kiss is soft, restrained, but the moment our tongues touch, it's like a beast breaking free—wild, sucking, devouring. My body melts, breaths quickening, soft moans escaping my throat. The kiss lasts, not calming his heat but stoking it. When our lips part, Kieran presses me back onto the bed, his mouth trailing down, kissing, nipping, until he buries his face in my collarbone, sucking hard on a tender spot.

Dahlia’s P.O.V The kiss takes me by surprise—stunning me into stillness. It isn’t just the abruptness of it, or the way his lips move with such confidence against mine, but the sheer force of it, the undeniable heat that pulls me in, making my pulse pound like a war drum. Killian doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t falter. His fingers press into the small of my back as he pulls me down on top of him, deepening the kiss in a way that has my breath hitching in my throat.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,

he whispered again, softer this time. I was still trying to catch my breath, heart racing, when he leaned down and kissed me slow and deep, letting me taste myself on his tongue. From the room next door came the faint creak of bedsprings and a muffled moan —Lupiter’s voice, high and performative. Killian’s lips curved against mine, wicked and unrepentant. “Let them listen,” he murmured. “Let them hear what they’ll never have.” And then he kissed me again, swallowing every quiet moan I couldn’t hold back, until the only name on my lips and in my blood was his.

Rosa squeezed her eyes shut, throwing a weak fist against his chest. Killian grunted against her lips. His hot breath brushed her skin. He hardly could keep his eyes open. Breaking the kiss, he trailed his mouth down to the soft curve of her dress-covered chest before pressing a possessive peck on the tip of it making her shiver. Her nipples hardened under the cloth. Killian tugged her dress slightly, revealing the pale skin of her stomach. Her fair skin glowed under his dark eyes. “Fuck.” The swore escaped him in a low growl and he pressed lips against her skin, planting a smooch there.

They were only halfway through, but Ackerly already knew that this was going to be a night to remember. His chest heaved as he lay on the bed, Killan straddling him. The Alpha ceased his ministrations on the man's n*pples. He gazed deeply into his mate's eyes, his heart racing with anticipation. Without hesitation, he pulled Ackerly close and pressed his lips against his, the kiss quickly intensifying into a display of dominance. Their lips met in a fiery collision. The sound of smooches reverberated within the confines of the room. Killan's lips were firm and demanding, taking control of the kiss. "K-Killan." As they parted from their embrace, Ackerly spoke softly.

"I don't have a smooth speech. I only know that I'd rather lose the company than lose the way you look at me right now." "That's a very good speech." "Is it?" "It's working." He smiled, slow and helpless, and then his hand slid along her jaw, and the world went quiet. The kiss was nothing like New Year's. That one had been a collision, fierce and desperate and borrowed. This one was patient. His mouth was warm and certain on hers, and she felt the shape of a smile in it. Her fingers curled into his shirt. Somewhere beneath them, the guitarist started a new song, and neither of them noticed.