Novel & Cerita Kiss Of Kill

Killian reaches out and supports Sebastian before he hits his head on the headboard, still locking their lips in a heated kiss. Killian’s hands move from seb’s back to carasess his cheeks gently. Time seems to slow down as they continue their passionate kiss, consuming each other's glory. This time Sebastian can feel the difference. He didn't know a kiss could taste so different each time but Killian is ready to make him explore things he never knew existed. Their lips move in perfect harmony. Even though the kiss may seem sloppy and messy from his end, Killian has it covered. He seems to master the art of kissing and setting Sebastian's heart on fire while it burns with newly found desire.

But I don’t want tender so I made it rough. The kiss deepened, a primal energy surged between us, igniting a sinister desire that I couldn't ignore. I felt his lips move hungrily against mine, his touch setting my skin ablaze with a fiery passion. Suddenly, Killian pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto mine with a fierce intensity. With a low, guttural growl, he whispered, "Mate," sending a shiver down my spine.

His voice vibrates on my skin. "Because I drank a lot. You hate it when I drink." Killian chuckles. His hand slips underneath the hoodie I'm wearing. His thumb carefully runs around my navel. "At least you know I hate it." He presses his lips on my neck, giving me another warm kiss. "That tickles." I giggle, enjoying the call atmosphere. "Want me to stop?" Killian's teeth bites my earlobe and I pull my shoulder up my ear. "I got a package with instructions for your dosage. Whoever gave you that pill must really care about you."

Vincenzo smirked. It was obvious that one kiss wasn't enough. He leaned forward and grabbed Wade by the collar, smashing his lips against his, devouring his mouth and tongue hungrily. A moan slipped free from Wade's lips. "Fuck you," Wade moaned. "Fuck you back," Vincenzo flipped Wade and pushed him onto the table. "Wait..." Before Wade could protest, lips and sharp teeth found their way to his skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure up his spine. He ran his fingers through Vincenzo's silky strands as Vincenzo kissed his neck all the way to his throat.

Since I have no chill, I declare to the empty bar: “This is it. I’ve peaked.” Kyle snorts, cupping the back of my head. “Come here.” Our kiss is slow and deep and filthy, tongues sliding together and teeth grazing bottom lips. We don’t come up for air, because that is what nostrils are for: to let you kiss a sexy older man until your head spins. I get it now. “Mmph.” I’ve given up on words. Why speak, when my mouth is better occupied? Better to kiss Kyle like it’s my last night alive, grinding against the hard bulge in his jeans, and let my body do the talking. It’s sure got enough confessions to make.

His mouth descended before I could finish, a silencing of my protest, a claiming of my will. The kiss was different this time—not slow, not tentative. It was deep and hungry, laced with an intensity that threatened to drown me. His lips were a force of nature, a quiet storm that raged against mine, demanding a response I was terrified to give. His hand slid up my spine, pulling me closer still, until I was certain I could feel the hard, relentless beat of his heart against mine. It was a strong, steady rhythm, a stark contrast to the chaos inside me. The kiss was a contradiction—a brutal act of dominance and a desperate, undeniable intimacy. It was the taste of coffee and power and possessio

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

CHAPTER 35: The Hard Reminder Francesca’s Pov My face was still burning. I walked fast down the long hall. I locked the door to my bedroom hard, i put my back against the wood. I tried to slow my breathing. It did not work. The kiss was a mistake. It was a bad mistake, i told myself that. I kept telling myself that he is the enemy and that he is the killer, he is the one who took my parents but his story. His story was sad, he was only a fifteen years old boy. That is too young to kill a man, that is too young to be a devil.

Her breath hitched. “Killian…” “Last chance,” he growled, panting. “Tell me to stop.” She stared into his eyes…wild, dark, dangerous. And then she whispered, “Do it.” He slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Her scream broke into the dark. He swallowed it with his mouth. She didn’t know if it was the pain or the stretch that made her cry out..but Killian swallowed it with his mouth, dragging her into a kiss that was teeth, tongue, and war.

he rasped, his lips crashing into hers. The kiss was raw, angry, a collision of need and fear. Gianna’s hands gripped his jacket, pulling him closer, her lips fierce against his, a fire that consumed them. His fingers tangled in her hair, her body pressed to his, the world fading to the heat of their first kiss—a line crossed, a vow broken. But guilt surged, her secret, his distrust, a shadow in their passion. She pulled back, breathless, her eyes wide, his face a mirror of her turmoil.