Marry Kiss Or Kill Novels & Stories

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

Perhaps it was from seeing too much of men's insincerity that she repeatedly told me how much she despised them. That was also why she was so firmly against marriage. But this time, when she made her offer, I cried and said, "It's too late." I told her I had already stepped onto the deadly path set by Chester and Florence, and I was halfway down it. Marigold said, "It's not too late. Wait for me—I'll save you."

I moaned against his kiss, melting in his arms. “Rose…” Klaus gripped my jaw, running his fingers over my swollen lips. “Hm?” I playfully jutted my tongue out, licking his thumb. “Fuck… this is a serious matter,” he groaned, crushing our mouths once more until I was out of breath. “I want to marry you now, Rose.”

That an Unfortunate cannot initiate physical contact with a Fortunate, intimate or otherwise? "Kissing you is unlawful. It's punishable by death." Kade's lips quirk at the corner, a twitch I'd have missed if I blinked. "Disobeying me is unlawful. Also punishable by death." I swallow hard. "How do I kiss you?" "Like you're trying to seduce me into sleeping with you." I lick my lips and hold my breath. How hard can it be? I dip my head and press my lips to his. It's a quick peck I barely feel, earning raised eyebrows from the imperious Kaden Sario.

His large, warm hand cupped her jawline firmly, his thumb brushing across her trembling bottom lip with rough, possessive friction. Before Seraphina could draw another breath to protest, Killian captured her lips. The kiss was not gentle; it was a hungry, devastating collision of mouths driven by days of suppressed longing, fierce territorial jealousy, and the undeniable pull of the mating bond. His lips pressed brutally against hers, demanding entry, sweeping away all her feeble resistance in a torrential rush of heat and emotion.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

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.

He tilted their heads from side to side, savoring every inch of her cherry lips. The cool air caressed them. The sea seemed to notice the couple atop the cliff. They broke the kiss with a soft pop. Killian’s arm slid under her knees and lifted her off the ground. Rosa gasped when her feet left the ground. Then she blinked. Her lavender stones met his blues in surprise. Their noses brushed. “Let’s get married.” Killian purred. Rosa’s lips curved into a cute smile and her palm found his cheek, staring deep in his eyes “Let’s do that.”

Maybe he is my destiny. The second kiss of our marriage was the best kiss of my life. It was something magical, and it made my legs weak. I forgot about everything in my life and focused on his lips against mine. I forgot about how he raped me last night, how he is taking his revenge from me to be his wife. What matters now is that he is giving me the best kiss in my life, which can't be described.

he murmured, his breath warm against my mouth. He closed the distance, and the kiss was immediate, demanding, and utterly consuming. It was not the cold, territorial peck of two nights ago, nor the aggressive declaration of the first kiss. This was a kiss of reward and mutual acknowledgement, fueled by adrenaline and the shared satisfaction of the successful strike. His hands slid down my neck, pulling me closer, erasing every thought except the present, dangerous intimacy.