Kiss To Shatter の小説・ストーリー

News was already traveling and people were running towards the scene. The elites were always drawn to chaos, like moths to a flame. I paid them no attention. I didn’t care if they started to hate me and pick on me again for touching their beloved Hunter. “I think I have to cash in on your slaps, it’s becoming a bad habit. Starting with this one.” His lips slam down on mine as he grabbed my nape, forcing my mouth open. The people around us gasp again, cameras start recording. I refused to be humiliated like this. So even though I just wanted to give in to the raging yet calming and assuring kiss, I fight him. My fingers come up and my nails scratch his arms. I hope I draw blood. He hisses yet

“While she’s ten feet away and has no idea I’m ruining this pretty pussy. He angled his hips and hit that spot inside me once, twice. I shattered. The orgasm crashed over me so hard my vision went white. I sobbed into his hand, walls clenching around him in frantic pulses. He kept moving, slow and relentless, drawing it out until I was limp against the shelves. Luna Brenda seemed to have found her book, hummed again, and left, door clicking shut behind her. The second we were alone, Killian uncovered my mouth, spun me, and kissed me hard, tongue stroking mine, tasting my broken cries. I was still trembling when he pulled out, tucked himself away, and fixed my jeans with quick, steady fingers

The pain was blinding, a sudden rush of fire as the rigid quartz began to fracture. "Keep going!" Killian roared, his hands gripping my shoulders to hold me steady as the children’s harmony rose in pitch and intensity. "Shatter it!" Another crack, louder this time. Then a dozen more. It felt as if a thousand tiny glass needles were exploding inside my chest cavity. The children’s voices reached a piercing, beautiful crescendo, a sound that held all the sorrow of our rejection and all the fierce, desperate love of our survival. Suddenly, the pressure snapped.

“Even if the world calls it wrong, between us, it has always been real.” The dam inside me broke. My hands, once clenched in resistance, found his shirt, clutching desperately. The kiss came uninvited but inevitable, his lips crashing against mine with the taste of whiskey and sorrow. Heat surged through me, wild and consuming, erasing the distance of lost years and unspoken wounds.

“I love you. That’s why I left. The curse feeds on emotion. If I give in to this—if I give in to you—I could destroy everything.” “You already are,” he said. That broke something inside me. The dam cracked. And then he kissed me. Not like before. Not soft. Not careful. He kissed me like a warrior charges into battle. Fierce. Wild. Like he’d die if he didn’t. And I shattered. The magic exploded behind my eyes, my blood shimmered, my skin burned with stars. I grabbed his shirt, dragged him closer, and kissed him back like my life depended on it. Maybe it did.

For forever. Kesha breaks the kiss, her face full of want. Still moving on me, she moves her head to the side, moving in to nuzzle at my neck. I take her cue and nuzzle into her neck. Clutching her to me, I buck my hips into her and kiss the side of her neck. Her teeth break my skin and I bite into hers just as my orgasm overtakes me. We both scream into each other’s shoulders as we release simultaneously.

Kick after kick, the all too familiar metallic taste hit my taste buds until the crimson liquid was being coughed up. He crouched down to my now floor-level height before gripping onto my hair, forcing me to look up at him. He gripped onto my shirt before ripping it down the middle and chucking the now teared fabric to the other side of my room. My bare bra was in front of him and my eyes widened in fear once he began caressing the strap of the undergarment. I felt his lips press up against my chest, leaving a forced trail of kisses along my skin, probably leaving hickeys as well.

I looked at Sebastian one last time. Then I raised the dagger high — so everyone could see. The whole courtyard held its breath. And I slammed the blade down. Right into the ground beside Sebastian’s knee. The sound rang out through the stone. “No,” I said softly. Gasps filled the air. The crowd shifted. Shock rippled around us.

Everything I wrote was stitched with threads from my own unraveling. “You think you’ve carried yours differently?” he asked. “I think I’ve stopped bleeding all over people who didn’t cut me,” I said softly. He smiled—not in amusement, but in that way someone does when they recognize your pain as something familiar. “Then maybe,” he said, “you’re ready to be held by someone who knows how to hold without hurting.” We kissed that night. Not like Daniel had kissed me—full of hunger and entitlement, lips bruising from need and guilt. No, this kiss was soft. Unrushed. It asked permission, and when I didn’t pull away, it stayed.

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.”