Kiss The Dead Novels & Stories

"Just look at me. Slow your breathing. In and out. I am here. I am not letting you go." The intensity of his gaze was overwhelming. In the face of certain death, the rivalry, the contracts, and the betrayals vanished. All that remained was a raw, bleeding need for one another. I reached up, my fingers trembling, and pulled him down to me. The kiss was not romantic. It was a collision of desperation. It was the kind of kiss that happens when you know the clock is ticking and the air is running out. It tasted of salt and terror. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, wanting to pull him inside my own skin. We fought for each other’s breath, our mouths meeting in a frantic, starvi

He answered by closing the scant distance between them and kissing him. This kiss was nothing like the others. It was not tender, nor was it passionate in a romantic sense. It was a claim. A seal. A violent, desperate affirmation of life in the mouth of death. It was salt and dust and the iron taste of blood from a split lip neither knew they had. It was a promise etched in fire: We are not done. When they broke apart, both breathing harshly, the world had shifted once more. The mill was no longer a tomb. It was a fortress they had held.

"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.

The rest of her has got that morbid glow that only death can give. I can’t help myself. I lean in and press my lips against hers. Just for a moment. Her lips are papery and cold. They taste like nothing. I moan. Without thinking, I kiss her deeper. I press the tip of my tongue in between her lips. They part nicely, granting me the chance that I need to deepen the kiss. Her teeth are sealed shut. It’s impossible to pry them open, not unless I intend to go at each tooth with a hammer. That would be way too messy, especially for someone as famous as this dead beauty here.

He looks unalive, a mere shell of a man. Denzel leans down, his breath reeking of decay, and slowly kisses me. The kiss is deep and disgusting, making my stomach churn with revulsion. His lips are dry and stretchy, like worn leather. I hesitate for a moment before clamping my teeth against his lips, using every last ounce of strength to bite down. I want to tear the life out of him, to rip away the evil that animates his undead form. He snaps back, his eyes flashing with surprise, and I see that I've managed to cut a small part of his lips with my teeth. But he doesn't bleed. Instead, layers of skin sag, revealing the rot beneath.

But then she heard a human voice, and she hesitated, trying to listen to him. The voice spoke again, and this time she recognized his words. 'Enemies of humans are humans. We just love them,' he said in his deep voice as he leaned in to kiss her. As he kissed her lips, her body trembled. She felt a scream of pleasure, an explosion of ecstasy, and the world was suddenly filled with light and colors, like a million rainbows. A million colors. She felt a strange sense of recognition from his touch.

But I don’t want tender so I made it rough. The kiss deepened, a primal energy surged between us, igniting a sinister desire that I couldn't ignore. I felt his lips move hungrily against mine, his touch setting my skin ablaze with a fiery passion. Suddenly, Killian pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto mine with a fierce intensity. With a low, guttural growl, he whispered, "Mate," sending a shiver down my spine.

He moaned into her folds. Chelsey's thighs fell open even wider, the feeling of his tongue on her clit made her hips lift off the bed. He ate her noisily, sucking and slurping on her pussy as he licked her. Kira brought herself up to face Chelsey, she bumped her nose with hers and placed a light kiss on her lips. Chelsey melted and kissed her back hungrily. The two kissed passionately while he ate her pussy. Deane's cock oozed a silvery strand of precum from his tip when he glanced up and saw them kissing. Their lips moved together with slow sensuality and their tongues tangled in Kira's mouth. Just like with her kiss with Deane, she pulled away suddenly and moved away.

He’s never been more desperate to feel someone breathe in his life. “You did it,” he whispers. “You killed him.” Her eyes flutter. Her lips move, forming the word, “Theon…” And then, her fingers graze his jaw—soft, like she’s not even sure if he’s real—and he leans forward and kisses her. It’s not a long kiss. It’s not even passionate. It’s desperate. Quiet. His lips tremble against hers. Hers barely move. But it’s enough. It's a kiss soaked in everything they’ve survived—every wound, every scream, every touch that was almost the last.

He gripped my chin pulling me up from the floor "You let go so quickly. I have to reward you" he said "Ah you wanted a kiss." he scoffed "how silly of me to forget but anyway we don't want to leave you with nothing. I’m a gentleman who keeps his word, so here you go" he kissed me on my forehead softly. His lips felt cold, like the kiss of death. I clenched my fists. Sadistic Bastard!!