Kiss That Kills Novels & Stories

Despite that, it's peaceful, the perfect place to kiss Alec for the first time. "I am so ready to kiss you," he murmurs, reaching up to gently hold either side of my face. His fingertips are cold against my skin, an icy breeze sweeping down the valley, pulling strands of stray hair across my face. Alec brushes them away, leaning down slowly. I close my eyes, bracing myself for his lips to press against mine.

"Let's find ourselves a cab and a random hotel! Screw the freaking bus! I'm fucking you in Tokyo!" Killian smirks. "Damn, now we are talking, dirty girl—I can't wait to lick your tits." I growl, angry at my throbbing pussy. "Stop talking like that, and find us a cab!" Laughter fills my ears, and before I know it, I'm pulled in for another hot, searing kiss that makes my toes curl. I forget about the world, and then I'm drawn into desperate lust. Killian Phoenix will be the death of me—of this, I'm sure. The end.

“You overload both of you in this tower. There’s no good way to spin that.” Lys ignored her. She shifted the kiss, angling just so, letting her lips part, tongue tease, turning the contact from aggressive to decadent. Her hands slid up to wrap around his neck, nails grazing the fine line of his implant. The collar pulsed. She pushed. The pleasure‑kill sequence fired, not the short, casual kiss of the penthouse, but the full, brutal version she’d been trained to deploy in closed rooms and back seats. Siren nodes opened like petals, dumping a focused blast of sensation down the narrow bridge between their systems.

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 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.

I state in a grieve voice, because if this keeps up George will get rid of us all one by one. He nods while gazing into my eyes and then leans down to kiss me. With our lips just a fraction of an inch apart, I feel the tension between us building. Until he breaks the moment by kissing me deeply. At first, it is slow and sweet, but in the end, he goes in for the kill and takes my breath away.

"Whatever. I'm not ready for another relationship yet." "What?" Oh no! Did I just say that out? I thought. "What? What? It was um, a line I saw in a movie. I don't know why it had to come out now. Aaron, please read out the note." I quickly changed the topic. "OK. For your sake, I won’t say your name. I don’t feel like I need to, you and others both know who you are. This is a letter to you. You know what type of person I am, one that doesn’t easily give their heart to someone, but then I met you. From the moment I met you, I knew you were going to change my life. I didn’t think you were going to mean so much to me, but somehow you tore down my walls and I let you in. Hearing about your rela

Keesha’s heart is beating so fast, Jostein pulls her up to his face centimeters away from his mouth. “Like I said… I don’t want to kiss anyone that I don’t love. But I can kiss you every night…” he licks his edge of the lips before her lips crash to him. Keesha is fighting it! “I will be late; make me cum.” He said. Then Keesha’s hormones suddenly make her want to juice him up. She goes to her ears, making him in startled, “as you wish young master Jostein De Vere.” Keesha bites his ear then his heart suddenly pounds like crazy; she goes to his extensive and long dick then slowly blowing him up.

"Belinda, you slandered Luna and caused her tragic death. Do you understand your crime?" Belinda begged for mercy, her throat hoarse from all the shouting. She slowly realized that her words were futile. No argument, no plea, could sway Connor from his course—he would kill her. At that thought, she stopped resisting. Looking at the cold, heartless Alpha before her, her lips curled into something bitter, something hollow. She laughed. "You think blaming everything on me will fix things? You think killing me will wash away your sins? "It won't work, Connor. You know that better than anyone. The one who truly killed Clara… was you!"

"Freak out? I’m just glad you’re okay, Alpha Killian can be really unpredictable.” “He kissed me!” I blurted out, pausing for her reaction. “But I’m not supposed to tell anyone because then he would really kill me.” I concluded, recalling the few minutes he had me pressed against the wall and kissed like he would die if he didn’t. Even if I had some experience to compare it with, I really doubt any experience would top that.