Marry Kiss Or Kill Novels & Stories

she said. I brought her hand to my mouth, pressing a kiss to her knuckles like an oath. “You don’t get to carry it alone.” A beat of quiet. Then, barely a whisper: “So we share it.” “So we sharpen it.” Our mouths met, slow at first—reverent like mourning, warm like survival. It was not gentle. Not urgent. Something in-between. The kind of kiss two monarchs exchange before walking into a war they already know they will win or die in.

I was trembling wildly drowning in his kiss. Why do I always go crazy whenever he kisses me?? My body started trembling and shuddering and I felt a sweet kind of pain... He broke the kiss and looked at me. " You still think that you don't want me? Very well, but remember that we are married and we will be united as lovers very soon you and I, maybe not now maybe not here but very soon and you would be a liar if you deny it." He said and opened the door.

Arianna wanted to wipe her lips after the kiss, she made sure it didn't last more than one minute. " Why don't we get out of here?" Lucas whispered. She rolled her eyes inwardly. Didn't he notice the lack of passion in the kiss? Or he was blinded by his joystick. She never granted access to her body. Hence, the over the top excitement. " No, is that what you want? I thought we reached an agreement. We were going to wait till we get joined." She said. It was like human equivalent of marriage. The only difference was the exchange of blood, which signified the joining forever.

I ask, my voice soft and I bite my bottom lip. Without a word, Killian closes the distance. He leans in, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that starts slow and tentative but ignites instantly. It’s a collision of suppressed desire. I let out a soft moan, my hands flying up to clutch at the front of his tunic, pulling him flush against me. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming me with a possessive urgency that leaves me feeling lightheaded.

“You don’t remember. But your soul does.” “What—” He steps closer. Too close. I feel his breath on my skin. Then he whispers the one thing I never expected to hear again today. “Luna… please marry me.” My jaw drops. “What is wrong with everyone today?!” “It’s not today,” he says softly. “It’s destiny.” “I just met you!” “You were always meant to be mine.” “Nope.” I step back. “Goodbye.” I turn to leave, but he catches my wrist—gentle, yet firm.

Raising myself up on to my toes, I pressed a long kiss to his lips. Killian leaned his forehead downward to press against my own. He closed his eyes and let out a long breath through his nose. “... I want to marry you.” My eyes shot open in an instant. All the air stilled in my lungs as I slightly jerked back to stare at Killian in sheer bewilderment.

Still my voice dropped. “What are you thinking about?” I asked. Killian exhaled slowly. “I am trying to figure something out.” That alone sent a ripple of unease through me. Killian did not hesitate. He decided. He executed. If he was trying to figure something out, it meant he was standing on unfamiliar ground. “About the kiss?” I asked. “About us,” he replied. My fingers twisted in my lap. The contract had been clear. Marriage for appearances and alliances. Emotional distance for survival. I had agreed because I needed money and he needed someone for business . Feelings were not part of the deal.

I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his excitement growing. His mouth covered mine, his lips soft and wet with the ocean. The salt water flavored his kisses, giving him a new taste that I could never hope to get enough of. I licked my lips, tasting his salt water kisses. This is what heaven was like. He pulled me closer, our skin pressing together so that not even a single drop of water could fit between us. He was so warm and strong, my insides melting with fresh want. I would have taken him right there. I would have let him fill me and let my body sing his praise, but an old married couple was walking down the beach.

"Instead you chose another, far deadlier path. You stole my entire existence and ran like a fucking thief in the night. For that you will pay." Before I can respond he takes my lips with his in a brutal kiss. This is not a kiss of passion or love, this is a kiss of pain and revenge, of a man who thinks he has been wronged. This is the worst kiss of my life. He seeks entrance with his tongue and I refuse him. He releases one of my wrists, reaches up and grips my jaw, forcing my mouth open. One of my lips grinds against a tooth, cutting. Blood fills my mouth and I cry out, but the sound is swallowed by his vicious kiss.

Without any hesitation, he brought his lips to mine. It was the most electrifying kiss of my entire life. The passion in that simple act was more intense than any I had ever experienced. It was genuine. It was real. It was exactly what I needed. His touch brought so much relief to the turmoil I had been fighting ever since I had left his house that morning. I breathed him in, not wanting to break the kiss. His cologne, his musk, everything was the same as I remembered and all of it felt like medicine for my wounds.