Kiss X Death Novels & Stories

Xanden followed, already undoing the clasps of his tunic, his moon-silver eyes devouring every inch of me. Their fear for me came out not in hesitation—but in hunger. Cassian kissed me like it might be the last time—slow, deep, devastating. His lips claimed mine with heat that curled through my core and made my toes curl. “You’re ours,” he whispered against my throat. “And we’re going to remind you.” Xanden’s fingers trailed fire of their own—softer, more reverent. He kissed the hollow of my neck, then lower, while Cassian laid me back and peeled away every layer of armor and hesitation.

Worship disguised as possession. When he finally kissed her, it wasn’t tender. It was desperate. His mouth crashed against hers, tasting of rain and grief. Kimberly’s hands found his hair, tugging, grounding herself in the heat of him. The kiss deepened, grew hungrier, their breaths tangled and uneven, as though the air itself had turned to fire. Kovoc’s hand slid to her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between their hearts or the things they’d buried.

He leaned in, his breath whispering against her lips. Their kiss started slow, hesitant, a tentative exploration of the familiar territory. Deimon, determined to be in control this time, took the lead, his touch gentle yet firm. But unlike the bathroom encounter, Kate wasn't a passive participant. She responded in kind, her kiss deepening, her body pressing closer. It was a dance of dominance and submission, a silent battle for control that mirrored the war raging within them.

“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.

I leaned down, pressing my lips hard against his, tasting the faint salt of his skin and the lingering heat of his breath. Klaus groaned into my mouth, his arms wrapping tightly around my back, lifting my torso off his chest as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid past my lips with a dark, demanding hunger that instantly set my blood on fire. For three days in the mountain cabin, we had been driven by terror, adrenaline, and the suffocating shadow of death. But here, in this quiet, damp motel room across the border, the kiss was different. It wasn't a desperate farewell before a battle; it was a dark, possessive claiming of a future we had bled to reach.

Utterly supportive and sure, even as Death roars around us. “Just a little longer, June,” Tony whispers. “Distract me,” I whisper, all of my muscles tense and threatening to give out. God, heavens, I’m…I’m not sure how long I can last - “Want me to kiss you again?” I whip my head up, glaring. “Only if you want to die!” Tony grins, showing all of his pretty white teeth, beaming at me. “How can you be so cheerful?” I growl. “Because you just implied that a kiss from me would be more absorbing than a death god trying to kill us –“

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.

CHAPTER 30: The Snake Inside Vincenzo’s Pov I just stood there after the kiss. It was so stupid. I kissed her in that dark hallway. I shouldn't have done that. I'm the Don, i don’t just kiss people whenever I feel like it. I’m the boss of everything but she was right there, and she looked so mad at me for showing her off at the party. I liked that she was mad. She didn’t look scared at all. She just looked angry. I pulled away and left fast before I did anything else totally dumb.

Or ruin. And gods, she wanted both. “You’re not afraid?” he asked, voice low. “I’m terrified,” she whispered. He stepped closer. “Then why stay?” “Because I’d rather die with you than live without you.” That broke something in him. He reached out for her. And then he kissed her. Ronan She was fire and fury, and the only thing keeping him from falling apart. His mouth crashed against hers, not gentle or soft, this wasn’t about comfort. It was about survival. About tasting the one thing he thought he didn’t deserve.

I am more fun than Amber was, aren't I? Matthew stared blankly at Beth. Right before everyone else, he grabbed her by her neck forcefully. "Fuck off. You are the one who should be dead! You are just a fucking whore who strips in public. You're even less than a silicone doll. "How dare you compare yourself to Amber, let alone try to take her place?" The werewolves around them were in an uproar. They had just found out the actual reason behind why I had taken my own life out of nowhere.