Kiss The Abyss Novels & Stories

I called her name and even though I was already sure that it was her the way her eyes widened in reaction. "Chase..." She called me back. The passion in the room had sizzled away and in it's place was this body gripping fury as I grabbed one of her breast and squeezed it and as she winced I gave her a kiss but with the way I smatched our lips together. Before we were going to make love...now all my body just wanted was to f**k my partner downstairs had built up so much tension that if I didn't do anything about it I was bound to lose my mind.

I'm already drowned in the lust that I'm feeling right now as I touched my bosom and gently massaged it while my eyes were still focused on the porn video I was watching. Johnny spread Kissa's legs and then he slightly bend until his tongue reached Kissa's clean pussy and he wasted no more time and immediately licked Kissa's pussy. "Ugh, shit! Your tongue is so warm, babe. You're making me so fucking delirious," Kissa said delightfully amidst her moans. Kissa was gasping and quickly held on to the railings so that she would not completely lose her balance.

She was crying now, trying to hide it. I kissed her. “I love you,” I said. “Then come back to me,” she said, voice cracking. I turned and walked into the cold morning air. Every step felt heavier than the last. The train station was at the edge of the village. It looked like both freedom and danger. I didn’t look back. Five hours later, the train pulled in with a loud hiss and the sound of steam. I stepped out onto the platform and looked up. There it was.

"You have no secrets from me." I clutch her ass in my hands and draw her to the edge, inhaling the peachy scent of her cunt, kissing the parted flesh, once, twice, before sliding my tongue through that wet valley. Her gasp of surprise rings in my ears, the delicious taste of her causing my cock to leak against the fly of my jeans. I moan roughly and suction my lips over as much of her pussy as I can, dropping my tongue down on top of her clit and bathing it in fast strokes. "B-Damien."

Avery could feel every inch of him against her, the heat of his skin seeping into hers. The kiss was a symphony of sensations, each touch and caress a note in a beautiful, complex melody. Avery felt herself getting lost in the moment, her mind clouded with desire and affection. Cruz's kiss was all-consuming, a force of nature that left her breathless and wanting more.

“We confirmed it. The Revenant took the contract. The one assassin everyone was terrified of. The one no one sees coming.” I let out a sharp breath and turned away, staring out the window. Moscow glowed beneath us, golden lights hiding rotting bones. “How the hell did he get to him?” I muttered. “That place was a fucking fortress.” “She’s a ghost,” Alek said quietly. “No pattern. No signature. She picks her kills like a god picks storms.” “She?” He nodded. “Her real name’s Amara Voss. Used to work under a few aliases; Russian, Italian, Middle Eastern. Never caught. Never seen. Just bodies and flames in her wake.”

I closed my eyes as Asher caressed my cheek softly. “Kiss me…” I mindlinked. Asher didn’t respond. Instead, he curled his thumb and index finger around my chin and lifted my face up. His hot breath fanned my face and I closed my eyes as he brushed his lips against mine. I reflexively parted them, letting him in. Our lips meshed, and his tongue caressed mine in a slow dance. He tasted divine, and I surrendered to his touch, not giving a fuck that we were in a crowded assembly hall with people watching. We just lost ourselves in each other, the tension from the night pouring into the kiss. Asher stopped right when the music did and slowly pulled away, his eyes dark and hungry.

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.

As Jasmine's fingertips trailed down Marissa's smooth leg, she couldn't help but feel alive with anticipation. Without words, Jasmine kissed Marissa so hard that their lips melded together in a passionate embrace. Their tongues danced and played with each other as their hands explored every inch of exposed flesh. The wet sounds of their kisses mixed with the rhythmic splashes of their bodies hitting against the water echoed throughout the secluded area.

Killian snarled into my mouth, cutting off my breath as his lips descended upon mine in a fierce, carnal collision. The kiss was not gentle. It was a dark, possessive tempest of raw fire and unchained shadows, born of a protective fury so deep it bordered on agony. His teeth grazed my lower lip, demanding entrance, and the moment I parted my lips with a ragged whimper, his primordial magic flooded into my mouth—dark, velvety, and endlessly deep. He kissed me as if he were trying to consume the memory of the blood-stained well right out of my throat, his hands digging into the midnight leather of my combat tunic, pulling me up into his body until my feet dangled inches above the floor.