Romans & histoires Kiss X Death

Candy eyes widened. It was the gentle kiss she do crave for. He pushed her lower lips down with his tongue and kissed her deeper making her lose her senses. Candy forget they were outside. She closed her eyes, pulled his shirt close and returned the kiss. He made her kiss him back. He broke the kiss after a while, Candy got herself and slowly turn her head to Xavier, whose face was red with shock. Diego loved that look. "Does that explains it all?" He asked Xavier. "Huh?" Xavier was too shock to hear him well. Diego raised his brow.

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.

The room seemed to pulse with the weight of unspoken words as Felix gently pulled her closer, his hands resting on her waist. Their lips met in a bittersweet collision, a tender farewell that conveyed the depth of their connection. The kiss was a paradox, both passionate and sorrowful, a lingering taste of what could have been. Felix's lips moved against hers with a kind of urgency, as if he was trying to etch this moment into his memory.

“No. We can’t.” She turned to Cassian and kissed him again — slow, deep, and defiant. Cassian responded with everything he had, pouring his love and regret into her. The kiss turned hungry. Sera straddled his lap despite their bound hands, grinding against him. Cassian groaned into her mouth, his cock hardening beneath her even in the face of death. Victor watched with disgusted fascination. Sera broke the kiss, breathing hard. “If we’re going to die tonight,” she whispered to Cassian, “then I want to feel you one more time.”

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

My subconscious kept yelling at me to stop him but I was lost in the pleasure of his kisses, which made me want more. “I only know two things…” He kissed my cleavage then moved his lips to the right. “To kill and to kiss.” Then his lips traveled to the left. “And whenever I see you, I want to kiss you.” Saying it, he landed his lips on mine. I kissed him back trying to suck away all his sadness, worries, and whatever he was facing. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer to me. He deepened his kiss making me almost lose my breath.

I cooed, and I did not know why I did that at a time when death was around us like a dark cloud, but I did it anyway. A deep kiss. First kiss with her on those soft, pink, sensual lips. Those pouty and sexy lips finally met with mine, fitting in as I deepened and savored the sweetness with my eyes closed. It was supposed to be just a romantic kiss, but it wasn't. The magic we prayed for happened right from the kiss. "All this irritates me! I take back my offer! The Lycan prince is dying now!" I heard the demon roar in frustration, but what he wasn't aware of was that I wasn't injured and weakened anymore.

My lips part… and he takes that as permission and slips his tongue inside. Goddess, the kiss tastes of freedom—rain, leather, and something ancient. This is how I die. And I don’t stop. One touch is a crime. One kiss is a death sentence. But in this moment, I am a woman being claimed by her mate. I push him, pulling away before I lose my resolve entirely. He looks breathless, his eyes burning, but there is something darker beneath it. Something possessive. Something that has already decided I belong to him.

He push my chin up and locked eyes with me. I could barely breathe with how close he was to me. His cocky aroma filled my lungs, and I longed for my pain to have me in his room. He leans in like he will kiss me. He bit me on the lip and flung my face away like my lip was disgusting. “Don't do that to her.” Sloane, who stood invisible to me while all this was going on, yelled at Ares. Ares didn't act like he heard anyone speak. He is never known to give his attention to women who are not of his level because of his arrogance.

“Then why are you here?” “Because when I kissed you, I felt something.” She closed her eyes. “I felt it too.” Another pause. Then— “I hate you for it,” she whispered. “I hate myself more.” And then it happened again. Another kiss. But this time—slower. Angrier. Wetter. Their mouths collided like grief meeting hunger. He gripped her waist like she was an anchor. She kissed him like he was a mistake she wanted to make again. But she stopped first.