Romans & histoires Kiss X Death

"We've also uncovered multiple organ trafficking contracts. Under the guise of charity, Dr. Callaghan used her clinic to house terminally ill patients while secretly facilitating organ sales. Among them…" She slid another document before me, saying, "Your corneas, kidneys, and liver were already reserved." The shock made me jump up from the couch. "What? They… They planned everything all along to have me die that soon? This is outright murder!" I clutched my chest, overwhelmed and struggling to process the revelation, as I tried to calm my spiraling emotions.

But I don’t want tender so I made it rough. The kiss deepened, a primal energy surged between us, igniting a sinister desire that I couldn't ignore. I felt his lips move hungrily against mine, his touch setting my skin ablaze with a fiery passion. Suddenly, Killian pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto mine with a fierce intensity. With a low, guttural growl, he whispered, "Mate," sending a shiver down my spine.

I kissed him, wrapping my arms around him to keep him pressed to me. Xander let out a loud, almost desperate groan as he wrapped his hands around my waist, lifting me onto the dresser like I weighed nothing. There was nothing sweet about this kiss. Teeth and tongue fought furiously for supremacy. It was passionate and mixed with many unspoken words and a hint of hatred. It was a deadly combination but I took more and more.

Damon rolled out of the way just in time, slicing the demon down with a swift stroke of his sword. But the high-ranked demon took advantage of the distraction to launch a counterattack. Damon parried the blow, but Roshan was quicker. With a swift stroke of his sword, Roshan sliced the high-ranked demon down, killing him instantly. Damon's eyes widened in horror. "No!" he screamed, his voice echoing through the clearing. He had wanted to hear the truth about his mother's death, and now the demon was dead. Roshan turned to him, a confused expression on his face. "What's wrong, Damon? I just saved your life."

Kiran said to her. Adelie left Kai’s office with tears running down her face and Kiran sat down on Kai’s chair and sighed loudly. He wiped his hand over his face and cursed under his breath as Death sat in front of him with no expression on his face. “Don’t you dare,” Kiran said to him. “Or what?” Death asked him, a smile starting at the corners of his mouth. “How do you suppose Kai knocked you back into your own realm?” Kiran asked him, with a stare.

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.

“Please… fuck, you’re killing me.” Azriel grinned wickedly, straightening up. He gripped his own cock, slick from grinding, and pressed it alongside Cassian’s, frotting them together in his fist. The slide was obscene: Cassian's fat shaft and Azriel's rubbing vein-to-vein, heads bumping with each stroke, pre, cum mixing into a sloppy lube that squelched audibly. “Feel that? Our cocks kissing… so fucking hot,” Azriel moaned, pumping them together excruciatingly slow, twisting his wrist at the top to grind heads together. Orion dove back in, mouth on Cassian’s nipple, sucking hard enough to bruise, teeth nipping, while forcing his tongue past Cassian’s lips in a devouring kiss. Tongues battled

“You kissed him.” “I kissed you! It was you!” I shot back, glaring up at him, our faces only inches apart. His scent was surrounding me, his wolf’s power, drawing me in. His snared echoed through the room, and my eyebrows raised. “You kissed him. You put your lips on Death, on my curse!”

Two metronomes arguing ownership of the same song. Then, impossibly. She whispered, “I would burn cities for you, Zach. Don’t make me watch you burn alone.” The world detonated quietly. Not with sound. With surrender. ⸻ I kissed her. Not gentle. Not pretty. Not symmetrical. It was a collision of bone, breath, threat, relief, terror, faith, violence, and divinity. A kiss that tasted like promises signed in gunpowder and sealed in blood. When it broke, it didn’t end. It echoed.

If death should come for them all at this state, Damon was certain he wouldn't want to die another way. Anderios sucked mercilessly on the hard swollen flesh and Damon couldn't hold it in any longer or he'll die. Xrysos was kissing the life out of him, while Anderios sucked it back into him. Damon felt his balls tighten and he gave a guttural cry tiring his mouth from Xrysos, moaning loudly with his eyes closed tight as his release surged through him like a burning flame filling Anderios's mouth with his goodness and the man swallowed greedily all the essence the beautiful boy gave savoring the exquisite taste. Xrysos pulled Anderios up and joint their mouths together in a much-heated kiss,