Kiss X Death Novels & Stories

I felt like I had caught him, he must have slacked in his cooked stories. "You said you want to take it back without shedding blood. That's why we are using the Kiss Of Vengeance. Alpha Jake has kissed your hand four times already, we need six more to go." He still found a way out and I felt marveled. He was good at this. "Kiss Of Vengeance?" I asked as that was the part that marveled me the most in his new development. "I see that you do not believe me and I'm sure that your memory will still come back. Until then, I'll let you do whatever you want." He stood up from the bed, walking out but he couldn't stop turning back to look at me.

So easy to let go of everything. So I turn around. And I kiss him. Really. Deeply. As if it were the last time. Our bodies meet in this kiss that is no longer a crime but a farewell to everything else. I pull away, breathless. — Tonight. I hear my voice, distant. Tonight, we leave. Before she throws us out. Before she destroys us. He nods. His eyes shine with a wild gleam. He kisses me again. Harder. As if, already, we have nothing left to lose.

Since I have no chill, I declare to the empty bar: “This is it. I’ve peaked.” Kyle snorts, cupping the back of my head. “Come here.” Our kiss is slow and deep and filthy, tongues sliding together and teeth grazing bottom lips. We don’t come up for air, because that is what nostrils are for: to let you kiss a sexy older man until your head spins. I get it now. “Mmph.” I’ve given up on words. Why speak, when my mouth is better occupied? Better to kiss Kyle like it’s my last night alive, grinding against the hard bulge in his jeans, and let my body do the talking. It’s sure got enough confessions to make.

I sarcastically retorted earning a low laugh from him. See? He's guilty. It was his fault in the first place. Yeah he will take full control over the kiss but that doesn't mean he can remove my clothes too. "That's how I kiss, darling. Yours is a punch kiss right? Mine is different" he smile sheepishly. I shot a glare at him. "What's wrong with my kiss? Punch kiss or not, it still consider as a kiss" I fireback. "Ah huh?" He wiggle his brow. "Just so you know my wife, I don't consider it a kiss if only the lips is involved. That's not exciting" he wink at me.

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

Goddammit, what she did to me. I kissed her like I was dying, kissed her like today was the last day of my life. Fucking her there as I teased her slit with the tip of my dick, her nails dug into my scalp. She scraped down, dragging nerve endings to life, and I grunted into her mouth, the grunt morphing into a groan as she dipped her teeth into my bottom lip. The prick of her teeth, the drag of her nails, it felt phenomenal. Made me feel fucking alive.

an officer firmly intervened, his voice stern. Sophia calmly raised her hands and surrendered herself. “I confess responsibility for Ava’s death. I’m willing to accept the law’s punishment.” As the police took Sophia away, the three brothers stood like empty husks in the operating room, refusing to leave my body. Matt’s eyes were swollen from crying. “Ava, I was wrong. I killed you. Please come take me too!” Chris said nothing. He picked up the surgical blade and plunged it straight into his own heart, collapsing softly beside Ava’s corpse.

“You gonna punch me now? Ruin your little princely image?” I shoved him. “Answer the damn question!” “He wanted to feel nothing. So I gave him nothing. The game’s called Kiss or Kill, sweetheart. He chose the kill.” I froze. My chest tightened. “What did you just say?” “Kiss. Or. Kill.” He said it slow, like it tasted sweet. I kept staring, my heart sinking. That name wasn’t supposed to exist anymore. It had died with Lior. How did Ricco know about it?

But Xavier tilted her head, forcing her to meet his intense gaze, and slammed his lips against hers in a dominating kiss. Tears fell down Reina's temple as her trembling hands wrapped around Xavier’s neck, drawing him closer with an urgency that mirrored the turmoil in her heart. She responded to the fervent kiss, each moment filled with unspoken words and raw emotion. She poured every ounce of her longing and vulnerability into the kiss, hoping to convey her deepest feelings through the warmth and intensity of their connection. Wanting to dominate the kiss, Reina bit Xavier, and he allowed her. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, savoring his minty taste, before he took over, their tongue

He misses his kisses, his touches. Sebastian nods his head reluctantly, giving Killian a green signal who brings himself closer. Placing his hand behind Sebastian's head, he presses his lips against Sebastian's soft ones. It has been a long time since he last left those plump lips of Sebastian. Feeling like he is floating on heaven, he deepens the kiss, exploring Sebastian's mouth like he is in a treasure hunt. It doesn't take long for Sebastian to kiss back, matching Killian's level of desperation and passion. Minute stretches with their blissful kiss still in action. Killian finally breaks the kiss after a while, feeling hungry for more.