Kiss The Abyss Novels & Stories

Eva whispered, her hands sliding up his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath her palms, the seal over his heart pulsing with purple light. Kael captured her lips in a searing kiss, deep and demanding. His tongue explored her mouth, claiming every inch as his hands roamed her body. He lifted her easily, positioning her so she straddled his lap, their bodies aligned perfectly. The water made her skin slippery, heightening every sensation.

The kind that comes out when your body doesn't know whether to cry or run, so it picks the worst possible option instead. The sound cut through the silence like a knife. Elena slapped her hand over her mouth immediately, but it was too late. The laugh was already out there, already floating through the Plaza Hotel ballroom, already landing on the ears of three hundred of New York's most powerful people. And on Alexander Knight himself. He stood completely still, champagne soaking through his white dress shirt, spreading dark and wet across his custom tuxedo jacket. His grey eyes, sharp as cut glass, moved from the stain on his chest to the woman kneeling on the floor in front of him.

In an almost violent gesture, he pulls me against him, and his mouth crashes onto mine. This kiss is no longer forbidden. It is wild, breathless, hungry. It is a fall, a vertigo, a deliverance. The world disappears. There is only us. The rain beginning to fall, cold on our burning faces. His breath mingling with mine. This abyss swallowing us. When he finally pulls away, panting, he pushes me back with a sudden, almost violent gesture, as if to erase what he just confessed despite himself. — That was… a mistake, he says, his voice hoarse, strangled.

I murmured, my voice barely audible. He leaned closer, his hand still cradling my face. "Elise..." And then his lips were on mine, warm and insistent, chasing away the chill of the Abyss. The kiss was fierce, almost desperate, as if he needed to remind himself that we were both still alive. I melted into him, my hands tangling in his hair as I poured every unspoken word, every unacknowledged feeling, into that moment. When we finally broke apart, our foreheads rested together, our breaths mingling in the faint light of the shard.

I whispered, leaning into his touch. With that unspoken understanding, Atlas bent down, capturing my lips in a kiss that was both tender and desperate. The world around us faded, leaving only the two of us, bound by fate and a need that could no longer be denied. As the kiss deepened, the last remnants of my hesitation melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through my entire being.

"We've also uncovered multiple organ trafficking contracts. Under the guise of charity, Dr. Callaghan used her clinic to house terminally ill patients while secretly facilitating organ sales. Among them…" She slid another document before me, saying, "Your corneas, kidneys, and liver were already reserved." The shock made me jump up from the couch. "What? They… They planned everything all along to have me die that soon? This is outright murder!" I clutched my chest, overwhelmed and struggling to process the revelation, as I tried to calm my spiraling emotions.

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.