Kiss The Dead Novels & Stories

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

When I open my eyes, terrified he might have vanished into thin air, his face obscures the world, and then his mouth is on mine. The kiss isn't gentle; it is a collision. It is a desperate, starving reclamation. It tastes of salt and months of unspoken grief. He latches onto me with a primal ferocity, his hands tangling in my hair as if he’s afraid I’ll dissolve if he lets go for even a second. I grab onto his shoulders like a lifeline, chasing the heat of his mouth with an equal, frantic fervor. It is a fire that burns through the cold void his death had left inside me, reigniting parts of my soul I thought had turned to ash.

He made me shut up by claiming my mouth with an aggression that bordered on desperate, a year’s worth of silence exploding into a single, violent contact. ​I gasped into the kiss, the shock lasting only a heartbeat before my own hunger rose to meet his. I dropped my bag on the floor and I reached up to claw at his hair. I kissed him back with a terrifying intensity, my teeth grazing his lip, tasting the faint metallic tang of blood and the familiar, intoxicating salt of him. ​This wasn't Lorenzo Moretti, the investor. This wasn't a game of business or plot twists. This was the man who had died in a forest and crawled back from hell.

“Only death will do us part.” Hearing these words, a wave of relief washed over her. She gazed into his eyes, feeling the sincerity of his promise resonate within her. With her heart racing, she pulled him closer and kissed him deeply, pouring all her love and gratitude into that single, passionate moment. It was a kiss that spoke of trust, hope, and an unbreakable bond—a promise sealed with love.

Their gazes locked on one another, communicating a hunger so intense it seemed almost tangible. "Are you ready?" Kade asked softly, his voice a low growl. Lily nodded, her breath coming faster as she leaned up to kiss him. Their lips met, and a spark ignited between them. She tasted passion and desire in his kiss, which only made her hunger for more. As their tongues danced, she reached up and removed his t-shirt, revealing his toned torso. The sight of his muscular form sent shivers down her spine, and she moaned softly, unable to resist the urge to feel his skin.

“No, but I don’t love you either. Let’s just say, we have this symbiotic relationship called commensalism where one party benefitted while the other does not. Come on, Terah! It’s just a kiss. You kissed him ten years ago. Kissing him now wouldn’t matter. Just imagine you are kissing me.” Terah was disgusted. Her and D kissing? No freaking way! Yuck. Ew. “Gross. That would be like me kissing a toad.” “But that toad turned into a handsome prince.” “You are not that kind of toad.” “I am a prince.” “Of the dead. Underworld.”

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

It laughed so hard that even some of the crying stopped — people freezing mid-sob, stunned by the sheer insanity of the sound. I could feel it vibrating through my chest, every note cutting through my ribs. When it finally stopped, it wiped an invisible tear from the corner of its eye and said, still chuckling, “Have you forgotten?” Its grin twisted. “You’re also dead.” The man’s mouth fell open. “W-what?” he whispered, barely audible. The Game Master leaned down until their foreheads almost touched. “Dead,” it repeated, dragging the word out like a lover’s whisper. “Every single one of you. Including you. You died. You’re not alive.”

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

“Don’t move.” Matteo finished him with a vicious elbow to the throat. He rose, breathing hard, blood streaming from multiple wounds now. His eyes found mine—wild, desperate, full of raw emotion. In the middle of hell, he pulled me close and crushed his mouth to mine. The kiss was desperate, bloody, passionate. His tongue swept in, claiming me even as death circled us. I kissed him back just as fiercely, tasting copper and salt and the terrifying truth that I would die for this man.