Kiss X Death Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

But the only word echoing in my head is karma. And the question that haunts me: who is paying the price? Me? Eva? Annaida? Damon? Because right now, every single one of us is suffering in our own way, caught in the wreckage of what has unraveled. . . . . . . . Hi All, Just a headsup those who have read KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL would clearly understand the insinuations of this chapter. From Chapter 93/94 of KISS OF HIS BETRAYAL.

He answered by closing the scant distance between them and kissing him. This kiss was nothing like the others. It was not tender, nor was it passionate in a romantic sense. It was a claim. A seal. A violent, desperate affirmation of life in the mouth of death. It was salt and dust and the iron taste of blood from a split lip neither knew they had. It was a promise etched in fire: We are not done. When they broke apart, both breathing harshly, the world had shifted once more. The mill was no longer a tomb. It was a fortress they had held.

His thumb trembled against her cheek. Then his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was not tender. It was fierce, consuming, desperate. His hands pulled her close, as if holding her body tighter could bind her loyalty, as if her breath could drown out the doubt burning through his veins. For a moment, she let herself feel it — the fire, the ache, the longing that had always existed between them. But the more he clung, the more she realized what it was: not love, not trust. Chains.

“Only one kiss per customer.” The audience laughs and Leo blushes. “I just don't want to wait,” he tells the pastor. “I want to kiss her always.” “Well, let her do her part and you can get to the kissing,” the pastor tells him with a smile. “Now, Charlotte, repeat after me.”

The cloud of lust blocking anything and everything. The pain only heightened everything. Sadistic bastard. “ Are you being territorial by marking me?” His lifts my chin with two fingers. Looking into my eyes as I looked into his dark green black soul. “You want the other girls to know you’ve got your claws into me, Kitten ?” “Fuck you” I respond breathless. “Don’t give me ideas princess. I don’t have limits.” “Xander does it better though” He captures my lips in another torturing kiss. I lean into him so my towel won’t fall. My knees tremble and buckle.

he rasped, his voice rough from the strain of his wounds. "Always," she said, her voice breaking. She leaned down, pressing her lips to his in a kiss that was filled with all the things she couldn't say, all the emotions she couldn't contain. The kiss was desperate, frantic—an expression of relief, a plea, a promise all wrapped into one. It was a kiss that spoke of the bond they shared, the bond that could never be broken, not even by death itself.

Lucien announced, his voice cold as death. Elias's face lit up. “Ah, there they are. Our final witnesses.” Father appeared then, bloodied but unbowed, hurling himself at Lucien with a shout that rang with defiance. Lucien barely flinched. He caught Father by the throat and lifted him effortlessly, like a rag doll. “Say goodbye,” Elias whispered. And then—he sank his teeth into Dad’s neck. I heard a sick, awful snap. Blood sprayed everywhere. And just like that, Dad fell.

"Is that supposed to be a kiss? Do you need me to teach you how?" Before Dean could respond, he lowered his head and kissed him. This time, it wasn’t a mere fleeting touch, but a deep kiss, filled with intensity, dominance, and an unmistakable sense of control. Shawn's lips pressed firmly against his, his tongue expertly slipping past his teeth, and slithered into his mouth, greedily claiming his breath.