Kiss The Abyss Novels & Stories

"Ouch, that hurts. Right here. You wound me, Astrid." She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Well, maybe I can kiss it to make it feel better." Blaze's eyes darkens with desire, his smirk transforming into a wicked beam. "I think I'd like that," he murmurs, pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss. Their lips met with a fervor that sent shivers down their spines, their bodies pressing closer as the kiss deepened, igniting a fire between them.

Worship disguised as possession. When he finally kissed her, it wasn’t tender. It was desperate. His mouth crashed against hers, tasting of rain and grief. Kimberly’s hands found his hair, tugging, grounding herself in the heat of him. The kiss deepened, grew hungrier, their breaths tangled and uneven, as though the air itself had turned to fire. Kovoc’s hand slid to her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between their hearts or the things they’d buried.

My lips met his in a hungry, desperate clash, a collision of suppressed longing and explosive desire. In that instant, as our mouths fused, I was reminded of all the things I hadn't felt in days, in weeks, perhaps even months. It wasn’t just physical sensation; it was a profound sense of connection, a recognition that transcended his current amnesia. We were kissing each other like animals, driven by pure instinct, by a primal hunger that had been suppressed for far too long. There was no gentleness, no tender affection, only a fierce dance of sucking, biting, moaning, and groaning.

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

The rift flared, the Goddess’s howl growing louder. The Daughter laughed, vanishing into the shadows. “The Abyss welcomes him.” Aria’s tears fell, her hands on Kael's chest, his blood soaking her. The rift pulsed, crimson light swallowing the room, the Goddess’s voice echoing: “One must fall.” Aria held Kael, her love, a fading flame against the Abyss’s hunger. The Goddess was waking, and Kael’s life was slipping away. The Daughter had struck, and the rift roared, ready to unleash its prisoner.

"Mick..." Her voice trails off, a sensual invitation that electrifies the air between us. I move, sitting astride her thighs, the proximity between us charged with desire. My manhood brushes against her core, a sensation that ignites my senses. "Abby, let's leave the past behind us," I murmur, my gaze locked onto hers as I bend down to capture her lips in a fervent kiss.

Without a word, his right hand gripped my ass while the other lifted my remaining leg, wrapping both around his waist. Pinned between him and the wall—exactly where I wanted to be—his mouth crashed into mine in a ravenous kiss. His hips began to move, each stroke hitting impossibly deep, precise, and relentlessly. I was already teetering, breathless with need, barely holding on. Every thrust was harder, more urgent. I could feel him swelling inside me—he was close, too. Breaking the kiss, I pressed my forehead to his. “I love you, Waylon,” I panted, my voice trembling as the orgasm began to rise, hot and electric.

“Yes, I am a womanizer but I am a womanizer with taste, Arya. Just take a look at that girl. It seems that she only gets to take a bath once a week and someone told me that she reuses her socks. That’s just fucking gross!” I narrowed my eyes at that because I do not know how true it is. Kisha is flamboyant herself so it’s really hard to believe. “Who told you that?” “Monique” I rolled my eyes at that. “You’re stupider than I expected. Of course, Monique would bad mouth her because she likes you! Kisha isn’t like that, for fuck’s sake she won’t even touch the ground.” My twin brother just smirked. I did not say anything more because just then, we already entered the school grounds and once th

He went to his knees as he pulled the fabric off, kissing my bellybutton as he ran his hands up and down my legs. He sat back on his knees, admiring the view. I felt a blush creep over my cheeks and I covered my breasts with my arm. Jack grabbed my hand, exposing me to him. “God, you are beautiful.” He leaned forward and kissed my belly, his hands warm on my hips. His kisses were soft and gentle, like heavenly butterfly wings against my skin. A hand left my hip, tracing the line where my leg met my body until he came to the front. Jack looked up, his eyes bright and shining with desire as he dragged his finger along the line down my middle.