Kiss The Abyss Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

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.

Their conversation flowed like a symphony, their souls intertwining in a harmonious dance. Lost in the throes of passion in his embrace, she whispered, "Kiss me, Sonu, and let's make this moment last forever." Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, sealing their commitment and igniting a fire that would burn brightly throughout their journey. "Kiss me here, Sonu." Maria gestured at her cleavage; her voice filled with desire. Sonu's eyes widened as he leaned in, bringing his face into the valley between her breasts and kissing her flesh with a passionate touch. As they pressed closer together, Maria gasped, whispering, "Oh, Sonu, make me yours completely."

With a sudden, fierce motion, she pulled him down and crushed her lips to his in a breathless, deeply passionate kiss. The ballroom erupted. A blinding storm of paparazzi flashes illuminated the room as a collective, thunderous gasp rose from the crowd. The touch of his mouth was a violent shockwave, her fingers tangling in the thick hair at the back of his neck as he deepened the kiss. For a fraction of a second, Kasen's muscles went rigid with surprise. But then, his raw, protective instincts broke free. His large hands came up, wrapping around her bare waist, pulling her flush against his chest as he returned the kiss with a desperate, burning heat.

I rasp, and she moans around me, the sound traveling straight to my balls. Her arousal is so prominent in the air, I'm completely distracted now. It's like her pussy's crying out to me, and I'm about to give it exactly what it wants. I pull out of her mouth and in an instant, I'm hovering above her, drilling into her hot, sopping wet pussy. My grip is tight on her neck, restricting her breathing slightly. By the sound of her moans, she seems perfectly okay with it. I smash my lips to hers, running my tongue along her bottom lip. She eagerly opens her mouth and I shove my tongue inside it. Our kisses are so sloppy. It's like I can taste all of her desire for me just on the tip of her tongue.

Blood fills my mouth and I cry out, but the sound is swallowed by his vicious kiss. I am now weeping uncontrollably in his arms as our kiss goes on and on. I lay against the shower tiles, exhausted and helpless, nothing but a ragdoll. Finally, he moves his face away from mine. I feel a trickle of blood drip down my chin. He shoves his head against my neck and turns his face away as though he doesn't want to look at me anymore. He reaches between my thighs and thrusts a finger inside me, his hand both familiar yet rough in a way he's never been.

All the men that had been invited as guests were middle aged, and each one of them had a woman possessively beside them. After a while, she took in a deep breath and expelled it, moving out of the bathroom. She started the slow walk back towards Mirabel and her boyfriend when someone suddenly moved in front of her. She recoiled and started to scream, but the sound died in her throat when she looked up at the face. It was the guy she had kissed in her college cafeteria few weeks back. Her assaultee, if that was a word.

I looked into his blue windows of the soul, and knew that he was being completely genuine. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. As my tongue darted into his mouth, I could taste the coconut liquor on his lips, and I drank him in. He returned the kiss eagerly, wrapping his hands around my back and bringing me in closer. I pulled him into me, his skin smooth on my fingers. We broke from the kiss and I marveled at his huge pecs and abs, eying him hungrily. I knew he was looking at me the same way, and it turned me on.