Meliodas Elizabeth Kiss Novels & Stories

She moaned into my mouth, rising to her toes to meet me halfway, her fingers curling into my shirt like she never wanted to let go. My hand slid down, gripping her full ass tightly, drawing another breathy moan from her lips. Kissing her had become my newest addiction—more vital than food, more necessary than air. She pressed closer, like she wanted to climb inside me and never leave. My control? Gone. Then— “Elizabeth!” Tessa’s voice pierced through like a blade. Elizabeth broke away with a gasp, her lips swollen, eyes glazed. She smoothed her hair, flushed and breathless.

Just as I had made my way to the west wing, voices erupted causing me to seek the source of the commotion only to find Mr Greyhound yelling at Damian whilst he laid in bed, disheveled with an unfamiliar woman by his side. I didn't notice when my lips move on impulse. “Disgusting” I voiced, my voice louder than intended. All eyes turned to me in shock as they hadn't anticipated my arrival. “Elisa!” Damian called out from the comfort of another woman's arms, his lips smudged with kiss marks. “What are you doing here?” His asked with a guilty expression on his face. “It's not what you think…I”

She placed her hands on his chest, trying to push him away with the little insanity inside her but he got hold of her wrist and held them up with one of his hands and his kissing intensified. “Ahh,” Madeline moaned loudly as the once dry and smooth kiss turned aggressive and wet. She found herself slowly returning his lead and kisses and trying to match up with his pace. She sure learns quickly. Elias’s hands snaked around her waist and pushed her closer so that not even a piece of paper could come in between them. His hands moved to her breast and squeezed it through her nightgown and a loud moan fell from her delicious mouth.

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

Rashka commanded, his voice dark with malice. Rashka moved through the field, his eyes cold and calculating, ready for the reason he was there. Destruction. His title as the Alpha with the Kiss of Death was well-earned. He approached each of the enemy soldiers, gripping them by their hands. They immediately lose their will once they come in contact with Rashka's touch, kneeling at his feet. Rashka leans in and places a deadly kiss on them. The soldiers' eyes widened in horror before they collapsed, lifeless, to the ground.

Isabella stood frozen. I stepped in. Kneeling beside Nadia, I placed two fingers on her wrist. Steady. Strong. Definitely not passed out. Then I smelled it, it smelt like something faint beneath the sugar of the punch and the synthetic perfume. Bitter. Chemical. Fast-acting. I leaned closer, brushing a curl of hair from Nadia’s temple as if checking her temperature. Her eyes fluttered open. Just for a second. Just enough for me to see the gleam of satisfaction underneath the panic.

Elise Pov Fuck you! Whoever it was! I was on the verge of seeing the goddess herself and the person still held me tightly. I tried to inhale the scent of my murderer and when it finally hits me, I wasn't too surprised. His grip tightened a fraction more. A second longer and I would black out. Just when I got ready to question goddess Selene why she had to give me monsters as mates, he finally released me.

“Because I don't want to wait anymore. I'm done waiting. I needed to kiss you, at least once.” “Just once?” My heart stalled a little. I wanted to kiss him far more than just once. Billions of kisses wouldn't be enough. “At least once,” he clarified, bending his head to mine again. “But I'm not sure that even a million would satisfy me now.” “Ms. Page!” An urgent cry came as the door opened and interrupted my perfect night. Standing in the doorway was the party coordinator, looking incredibly flustered. Her hair was mussed and her cheeks red.

Blaze said with a charming smile as he kept his arms around me and walked us to the couch, grinning at me as he sipped my milkshake. “It’s alright. I need to get back to Ezra now anyway, they should be done with training and he’s supposed to take me shopping. I’ll see you later Kara. Thanks for lunch.” She smiles and cleans up her mess before leaving the office with a wave. “That’s my queue too, I suppose. I gotta finish unpacking anyway.” Ellis said as she cleaned up her mess before heading to the door. “Hey, maybe you can ask him about what we talked about? Can finally get some answers.” She laughed loudly as I threw a pillow after her as she went out the door and left the building.

But even as she thought it, she knew it was a lie. Because last night, when Kieran had kissed her in the forest, when his hands had claimed her body like he had every right to touch her... She hadn't wanted him to stop. And that terrified her more than anything else. *** Twenty minutes later, Caspian returned. But he wasn't alone. An elderly woman followed him into the room, small and slight, with silver hair pulled back in a bun and eyes that seemed to see straight through Elara. "Elara," Caspian said, "this is Meredith. She's the pack's High Priestess."