Kiss The Dead Novels & Stories

Her grey eyes stared deep into Lalisa's, a captivating and binding gaze, before her lips crushed down, heavy and demanding, a kiss that declared power and was the beginning of everything. While Kieran was possessing Lalisa’s lips, Kline, the artist of touch, began her work from the right side. Her soft lips and tongue started at the crook of Lalisa’s neck, sucking and nibbling gently until a long trail of red love bites appeared, before moving down to her full breasts. Her gentle but hot palms squeezed and caressed Lalisa’s chest, while her lips took possession of one nipple, sucking deeply and skillfully.

I freeze for a moment before parting my lips. His tongue dives in, claiming my mouth, tangling with mine. At first, his kiss is soft, restrained, but the moment our tongues touch, it's like a beast breaking free—wild, sucking, devouring. My body melts, breaths quickening, soft moans escaping my throat. The kiss lasts, not calming his heat but stoking it. When our lips part, Kieran presses me back onto the bed, his mouth trailing down, kissing, nipping, until he buries his face in my collarbone, sucking hard on a tender spot.

A hoarse growl escaped his lips, and I savored the taste of his minty and sweet kiss, a familiar sensation I had experienced before. But now... there was something different. Something that hinted at a profound change. It was as if he wasn't the one kissing me. I was about to remove my blindfold when his hand gently stopped me, urging me to wait. I cleared my throat, ready to question him, but he silenced me with another passionate kiss. His lips caressed mine, eliciting a shiver that coursed through my entire being. The taste of his kiss seemed to search the depths of my soul, captivating me in an instant.

I'm already drowned in the lust that I'm feeling right now as I touched my bosom and gently massaged it while my eyes were still focused on the porn video I was watching. Johnny spread Kissa's legs and then he slightly bend until his tongue reached Kissa's clean pussy and he wasted no more time and immediately licked Kissa's pussy. "Ugh, shit! Your tongue is so warm, babe. You're making me so fucking delirious," Kissa said delightfully amidst her moans. Kissa was gasping and quickly held on to the railings so that she would not completely lose her balance.

Full of everything we’d never said but always felt. His hand moved to my cheek, warm and hesitant. “I don’t know what this is,” he said, voice thick. “I just know it feels like fire when you’re near. And smoke when you’re gone.” “Then stay in the fire.” He leaned in slowly. And kissed me. Not gentle. Not soft. It was the kind of kiss that came after death knocked but didn’t quite get in. Desperate. Real. Like pulling each other from the edge. His lips moved against mine like he needed the taste to breathe. My fingers tangled in his shirt, grounding myself to the only thing that felt safe in this collapsing world.

My name was barely a breath. I didn't answer with words. I closed the distance between us, my hands finding the lapels of his overcoat, my body pressing against his with a force that was equal parts need and fury. The kiss that followed wasn't tender. It was the kiss of two people who'd spent weeks staring at death and finally needed to feel alive.

"I looked up into Death's face as he looked down on me. 'Can you kiss me, please?' I stuttered out. I watched as he turned his head. 'Vick, you know that I can't... we can't.' 'Please, Death.' With a sigh, he finally turned to face me. Our eyes locked, and then he brought his lips down on mine. I held onto him as we shared a passionate kiss. He was like a breath of life to my darkness, and I wanted more. As our tongues intertwined, I managed to pull him down onto the bed with me. I swung my legs over his lap and began to straddle him. 'Please, Death,' I begged again, as I began to remove my top. I watched as his eyes dilated and he let out a curse. 'Vick,' he growled, his voice thick with de

“Kiss me before I die.” Vaethea sighed, the weight of exhaustion and love pressing down on her chest. But she leaned in anyway, because what else was there? What else mattered? Their lips met at first tentative and soft, like rediscovering an old song you thought you’d forgotten. The taste was bittersweet — a mixture of absence and longing, of memories both sharp and tender. The kiss deepened gradually, shifting from gentle exploration to fierce desperation. It was the kind of kiss that erased time, that demanded presence, that screamed of survival in a place where nothing else seemed certain.

What else mattered? Their lips met at first tentative and soft, like rediscovering an old song you thought you'd forgotten. The taste was bittersweet — a mixture of absence and longing, of memories both sharp and tender. The kiss deepened gradually, shifting from gentle exploration to fierce desperation. It was the kind of kiss that erased time, that demanded presence, that screamed of survival in a place where nothing else seemed certain.

Ten men below the doomed women swing hammers in unison, knocking stools out. The photographs jumble even more. Kas ran through with a sword, a first kiss. Kas being drowned by angry villagers, tucking Cora safely into Endymion’s arms, another first kiss and another. Kas being chased by a pack of werewolves until she runs full speed off of a waterfall. Over and over, watching Kas die and first kisses, each scene older and older until all the images are dark. I take a sharp breath and open my eyes. “What the Hell was that?”