Kiss The Abyss Novels & Stories

I don’t really care anymore. He might have been caught off guard by what I did because he just froze. I straddle him and kissed him hungrily. It felt like I’ve done this before and I was on fire. I can feel myself being light on fire as I bit his lips and suck on them as I continue to kiss him. I gasp the moment he took over the kiss and explored my mouth with his tongue. I can feel his arousal as I grind at him. I don’t want to stop. I want to feel him inside of me. I tried to work on his jeans when the door suddenly opened.

The crimson star’s pulse was a primal scream, not a curse but a genesis, promising the nexus’s origin—a truth that could save or destroy their love. Jessica scrambled back, her hands scraping the abyss’s jagged edge, her breath ragged as Rylan’s blade slashed, missing her throat by inches. “You don’t know me!” she choked, her voice raw with love and defiance, her hollowness surging, a desperate fire against the star’s bloody light. The abyss churned, threads snapping, the starfield fracturing as the crimson star’s scream wove a vision—not of betrayal, but of creation, the nexus’s birth laid bare.

"She knows how much I love you. She knows the exact frequency of the twins' heartbeats. She’s the part of me that stayed in the Abyss, and she’s hungry for the rest." Félix didn't give me a tactical plan. He walked over and pinned me against the wall, his body a solid, scorching heat that fought the indigo chill creeping into the room. He kissed me with a desperate, territorial hunger—a kiss that was meant to leave a mark, to prove that the "Emma" in front of him was the only one that mattered.

Abella kissed him, hard enough at first that he knew his upper lip was going to bruise. Softening her body, she sighed through her mouth into his, her tongue exploring his. She suddenly broke off the kiss, her obsidian eyes shining lustfully, "I want to taste you."

Louise Throughout this day of passion, I plunge into the abyss of our desires, a freefall without end, where the intimacy between us becomes a silent symphony, a language that only our bodies and souls can understand. Each exchanged glance is a promise, each brush a spark that ignites my senses. We are bound by a tacit, deep, almost primitive understanding: love, friendship, and desire are not opposing forces, but facets of the same gem, brilliant and indestructible. Together, they weave a web of emotions so intense they seem to defy time itself.

The moment I looked at them… An uncomfortable sensation crawled through my chest. It was as though something inside me instinctively rejected their existence. Grandma Healer approached carefully. She stretched out a wrinkled hand but stopped just before touching them. “No…” Her expression changed dramatically. “These aren’t ordinary corrupted crystals.” Karl looked toward her. “You recognize them?” She nodded slowly. “I’ve only seen drawings in ancient records.” She swallowed before continuing. “They’re called Abyss Stones.” The entire hall fell silent once again. “They’re forged using condensed Void Energy and the blood of living sacrifices.”

"Contract or no contract. Abyss or no Abyss. You're the only thing in this goddamn city that's real." He didn't wait for a reply. He crashed his mouth onto mine, the kiss tasting of desperation and salt. It was violent, a collision of teeth and tongues. I fought him for a second, my pride screaming at me to shove him away, but then the dark pulse in my veins met the heat of his body, and I broke.

I repeated, savoring every word. We were in the basement of an exclusive club for underworld creatures, a place called Abyss hidden beneath a laundromat in Brooklyn. The walls were exposed brick, the lighting was purple, and the air smelled of sulfur and expensive liquor. At the surrounding tables, lesser demons, vampires, and other creatures drank and negotiated as if it were an ordinary bar. For them, it was. The incubus with yellow eyes — whose name I neither knew nor cared about — nodded vigorously.

Xavier smiles against my lips and kisses me harder. We break apart when the sounds of police sirens penetrate the lust filled room. Xavier moves away from me at lightning speed and leaves the room, slamming the door on his way out. I slump on the floor and try to catch my breath. Holy shit, Xavier Bishops just kissed me and worse, I kissed him back.

The kiss was a possessive demand, a silent command that left no room for argument. Even while his lips were still on mine, Ryker moved with a savage purpose. He spread my legs, unzipped his trousers, and slammed his cock into me in one swift, brutal motion. The sudden, deep invasion made my vision go white. I gasped and moaned into the kiss, a sound that was a mix of shock and pleasure, but Ryker was too lost in the moment to even notice my struggle for air.