Kiss The Dead Novels & Stories

He slowly leans in and places his lips on mine moving it quickly, his hand on my cheek. This kiss is so gross, but I'm tipsy as fuck so I don't care at this point. The kiss lasted for about 10 seconds then I pulled away. I open my eyes to look at him and his cheeks are red. Aw he has a little crush, well he's going to get over it soon because I don't feel the same way. I look over to see Gina smirking, then to see Heaven... mad? Her face looks disgusted and I don't blame her, the kiss was gross.

"If I kiss you right now, will you stop me?" My breath caught. He was giving me a choice. Did I want this? Yes. But was I ready to admit it? I didn’t answer. Instead, I reached out, my fingers brushing the collar of his shirt. That was all the invitation he needed. "I'll take that as a yes." With a low growl, Alessandro closed the distance, his lips claiming mine in a kiss that was slow yet searing. He didn’t rush. He took his time teasing, exploring, and making me feel every second of it.

“There is no death here. Only awakening.” He lowered her gently to the layers of her own discarded jacket, the cold stone a stark contrast to the fever in her skin. He followed her down, covering her with his body, and finally, his lips found hers. His kiss was not human. It was demanding and possessive, it tasted of her own blood and his ancient, cool essence. She opened for him, her tongue meeting his, and the kiss deepened into a battle of hunger and surrender. His hands were everywhere, peeling away her practical field clothes with an effortless, preternatural speed until she was bare against the soft fabric of her jacket.

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

He then, pulled his lips closer to mine, suddenly he kissed me, and I kissed back. The kiss became intense, we both kissed we reckless Abaddon, our tongues wrestling for dominance. As we kissed, the world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the moment. We knew that we had a long journey ahead of us, but we were ready to face it together. After what seemed like eternity, Gabriel ended the kiss, while I gasps for breath. After gasping for a while, I got myself. Gabriel carried me to his inner room, saying he wanted to show me some files.

Then the kiss broke. Callista stayed laying on the floor, now Madri slinked down her babysitter's body. She planted a kiss on Callista's lips, then her chin, then her neck, then between here breasts. Then she kissed each of Callista's breasts, tasting the softness of the girl's nipples, feeling her lips melt into them. Then she kissed Callista's stomach. Finally, though Callista's skirt, Madri kissed the girl's pussy. Callista moaned and squirmed.

“You’re my everything, Kai. We heal together.” Their lips met in a passionate kiss, a desperate refuge, their bodies entwining as they fell back onto the cot. Her hands gripped his shirt, his fingers tracing her skin, their love a fire that burned through their shared pain. The night became theirs, a sanctuary of whispered vows and tangled limbs, their bond a flame that defied the city’s chaos. Gianna’s voice was soft, fierce, as they lay together. “We’re unbreakable, Castellano.”

I swallow him down, keeping my mouth clamped tight around him through the last, erratic twitches, swallowing around his spasming crown. I pull off slowly when he start softening in my mouth. Let his wet, flushed cock drop heavily against his thigh. I look up at him, wearing the smuggest, cockiest smile I own. "Was that alright for you, Kirill?" He just stares at me, chest heaving, lungs dragging for air. It takes him ten seconds to find his voice. "No." "No?" "I am dead. You killed me. Congratulations." "Took you four minutes. That’s definitely a record."

she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in. I kissed her deeply, letting my hips move in slow, shallow thrusts. Every inch of her welcomed me in a way that made my chest tighten. She was still getting used to me, and I didn’t want to hurt her. Not now. Not ever. But then she pulled her mouth from mine, voice thick with need. “Harder, Killer.” God, the nickname never hit harder than in that moment. I smiled against her lips, my voice low and thick with heat. “Your wish is my command, Temptress.”

She leaned into my touch and closed her eyes. When the water cooled I lifted her out and wrapped her in a thick towel. She looked up at me with those huge dark eyes and something shifted between us. I leaned in and kissed her slowly. Her lips parted under mine. The kiss deepened, hungry, and desperate, full of everything we hadn’t said since Mara died.