Kiss The Abyss Novels & Stories

Melanie mirrored my actions, pulling out her phone. Awkwardly, we came to stand even closer to each other. As our tights were pressed, I could feel her warmth reaching my skin through our clothes. My heart was pounding in my chest faster than the beat of the song we were listening to. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it was my first with the same sex. Biting my lower lip, I checked her perfect face. She was wanted by many, but I was going to get a kiss from her tonight.

I thought of calling my ex, but that thought drew me back again, it came back and forth that I ended up dialing his number, and as always as he used to do it, he didn't pick up. Looking back at the album gallery of my flashbacks, he tortured me, he emotionally abused me that I could remember how much the pain used to feel like to me. He would sometimes evaporate Saturday night till Monday or Tuesday afternoon with dense stories. I would go mad, but nothing would make me mad than hearing him singing the 'misplaced phone ' song with the very same lyrics which got released weekly! How funny! You see? That really drove me so mad! But hey! I stayed, regardless, I did, love made me stay, love told

“And you will please us, little summoner.” They took me once more on the altar before departing, a farewell claiming that left me sobbing in ecstasy. Azrael knotted my pussy while Thorne filled my ass and Vesper my mouth, their coordinated rhythm pushing me through multiple shattering orgasms until I was limp and overflowing. Only then did they clothe me in shadows that clung to my curves like a second skin and open the portal to the Abyss.

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.

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 kiss deepened, becoming a desperate tangle of tongues and urgent breaths. His hands moved lower, no longer gentle, tearing at the fabric of her dress, the sound of ripping cloth a counterpoint to the escalating passion. He tasted her, savored her, and the anger that had fueled his initial assault began to morph into something deeper, something more primal. The kiss was no longer a battle, but a desperate plea, a silent conversation of unspoken desires and simmering tensions that had been building between them for far too long. It was a kiss that promised both pain and pleasure, a prelude to something far more intense.

"That's a no. I see little tendrils. Almost like... Oh shit, she didn't." "What?" Eli blinked. Kali sighed. "Have Len come in. This isn't good." Kali sat between the two beds as she studied them. This looked like Abyssia's doing. When Len and Eli walked in, Kali sighed. "It's a case of abyssal toxemia narcosis." They both stared. "Right, you guys need classes here. It's an abyss disease that turns blood to poison and makes a body reject a gem. It's Abby's doing. She was using it to make puppets from these two."

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

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.