Kiss The Dead Novels & Stories

I said gently, hoping that it was some type of consolation as I moved my face to kiss her cheeks. She turned her head then, and pressed her lips against mine. At first, it was a long, lingering kiss, affectionate and reflecting my current emotion, how much more precious she seemed to me after all the near-death experiences we had in this city. I could die for her. I could die for this woman. And suddenly, we were tearing at each other’s clothes, impatient. Hands moved roughly, teeth nibbled, loud moans, lusty cries, and soon we were fucking in the backseat as our car sped across Budapest in the freezing snow.

He worked his way back to my tender, smooth lips. Then, he ended the kiss. "Your turn." he raggedly whispered. W-What? Oh, right. His questions. "Um... two," I said unsteadily. "Two have touched me... that way." He made a rough noise. "Due morti." (Two dead men) I frowned. "I'm not going to tell you stuff if you're going to kill people because of it." Odd I needed to make that clear... but that was where I was.

And she was the only person who had ever looked at him and seen the man, not the rank. “And you?” Kornel asked. “The Ghost. Do you have a heart?” “I have a contract,” she deflected. “Liar,” he whispered. He leaned in. It wasn't planned. It was just... gravity. The heat between them had changed from survival to something hotter. He kissed her. Her lips were cold, chapped, and tasted of snow. She made a noise in her throat, a growl, and kissed him back fiercely, even biting his lower lip. They tangled together in the furs, finding friction and life in the face of death.

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

"You're dead. I watched you die." The woman stepped forward, and there was something almost like amusement in her expression. "No, you watched me disappear," she said. "There's a difference." She extended her hand to Elena. "My name is Katarina Volkova. I'm your sister. I've been alive the entire time. I've just been very, very hidden." Anastasia stepped forward protectively. She asked the question everyone needed answered: "Are you here to kill us or help us?" Katarina looked at Anastasia, then at Lena, then at Dominic who'd positioned himself slightly between them.

Mira asked after closing the door. Something was telling her that he wasn’t meant to be there with her. Mira grew uneasy at his sudden presence. “Someone kissed me,” Cohen replied. Her heart stopped for a moment. “So, you’ve found a second mate?” Cohen grabbed her hands. “No, babe. There was a fight in the pack mansion. Then, someone kissed me. After that, everything went black. But I heard Amanda’s voice before I woke up here.” “What did she say?” “She said I was kissed with the Death Kiss spell. Something that killed me with a kiss.”

I panicky said to her while sitting on the ground watching her lifeless body resting on my lap. I took a deep breath and let the air out slowly while tapping my fist against my lips lightly and thinking of what to do next until I think of a way that could save her life. It may be risky and I have no other choice but to do it. I can still sense the spirit inside her and feel the warmth of her body. Her soul is still intact and hasn't left her body yet, so I have to do it quickly before it's too late. I placed my hand on the back of her head, lift her slowly and then I lean my face closer to her face. Without having second thoughts, I shut my eyes close for a dramatic effect then press my lips

She whispered, “Kiss me. I love the way you kiss me. Like I’m the only thing in the world.” “When I’m kissin’ you, sweetheart, you are the only thing in my world.” Poised at the entrance to her body, he eased in as he took her mouth. He lost his mind in the glove-tight feeling of her pussy closing around his cock from tip to root. He broke the kiss. “Are you okay?” “Yeah.” “That wasn’t very convincin’.” Kade noticed she wore a strange expression. “What? Am I hurtin’ you?” “No.”

His title was named after his sword, White Death, the strongest, whitest and purest form of materialized sword to exist ever. He rarely uses it unless it’s serious, narrowing his eyes, his dominant posture came. Reaching but soon noticed a presence behind him. “Who is it?” Demanding assertively, he tried to attack it but Zadicus came out of nowhere, standing in the middle with Persephone, Kissing her passionately. They were drowned in each other, discarding the world which shattered Kriss. Kriss’ whole being stopped instantly when he saw them kissing, a fiery fire of envy burned in his eyes.

Their conversation flowed like a symphony, their souls intertwining in a harmonious dance. Lost in the throes of passion in his embrace, she whispered, "Kiss me, Sonu, and let's make this moment last forever." Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, sealing their commitment and igniting a fire that would burn brightly throughout their journey. "Kiss me here, Sonu." Maria gestured at her cleavage; her voice filled with desire. Sonu's eyes widened as he leaned in, bringing his face into the valley between her breasts and kissing her flesh with a passionate touch. As they pressed closer together, Maria gasped, whispering, "Oh, Sonu, make me yours completely."