Poison Kisses Novels & Stories

I try to protest but he drowns it all out with his kiss, sliding his tongue right into my mouth for a taste. Greed. That’s what his kiss tastes like. Intense. Rough. Insatiable. He pins me against the hood of my car, cupping my bottom and making me sit on the surface. He moves on top of me, letting his kiss drop down to my neck. My jaw. He plants kisses on my collarbone like a wild animal. Tasting. Feasting. All warmth and lips and tongue.

everything around me disappears. Slowly, his soft, full lips brush against mine. His playful tongue pushes its way in and kisses me. His kiss tastes like infinity, like chocolate, like cloudy skies that the sun dispels with its light... like glory and eternal life. I am dismayed, but I don't reject him. I let myself be carried away by that wonderful feeling. His soft, slippery hand caresses my thigh as he kisses me, slowly moving up, almost reaching my underwear, when loud knocks hit the door.

It was contaminated, a mark of betrayal carved into my memory; it wasn't tender. He brought his lips close to my face, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that felt suffocating. His hands cupped my cheeks delicately, as if the gesture could convey affection, and then he pressed a kiss onto my forehead. To him, it might have been tender, an act of care but to me, it felt sinister, a kiss laced with malice, as if his lips carried venom that seeped into my skin, leaving me paralyzed with revulsion.

023. Their lips collided in a passionate crash, sending shivers down her spine. Axel's kiss was intense, all-consuming, and utterly intoxicating. His tongue teased hers, igniting a fire that spread through her veins like wildfire. As he deepened the kiss, Amber's thoughts dissolved into chaos. Her heart pounded, her senses reeled, and her body melted into his. She was lost in the storm of sensations, unable to escape the torrent of desire he unleashed. Axel's grip on her wrists tightened, his fingers intertwining with hers as he explored the depths of her mouth. The world around them dissolved, leaving only the thrum of their racing hearts and the sweet, sweet torture of their kiss.

That's what I thought it was, but what if it wasn't a spell, what if the same thing that had been used on me that day was also what had been used on Damien? I could see his eyes, he seemed quite unfocused and his lips... they were slightly blue. "Kiss me" I say to him and he looks confused, he doesn't hesitate when he kisses me, but then I draw back, feeling lightheaded. His lips... it tasted of something far too sweet to be normal. "You were poisoned.

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.

His thumb trembled against her cheek. Then his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was not tender. It was fierce, consuming, desperate. His hands pulled her close, as if holding her body tighter could bind her loyalty, as if her breath could drown out the doubt burning through his veins. For a moment, she let herself feel it — the fire, the ache, the longing that had always existed between them. But the more he clung, the more she realized what it was: not love, not trust. Chains.

And there it was again. The memory of Damian’s aura. Dull, sluggish, speckled with static that wasn’t supposed to be there. Like his body had been soaking in something it didn’t recognize for too long. It didn’t feel like illness. It felt like interference. “Say it,” Isabella said, her voice tired. “I know you’re thinking something.” I opened my eyes. “He’s being poisoned.” The words dropped from my mouth even before I could control it. Noah turned around slowly. “What?”

I felt like a schoolgirl alone with her crush for the first time, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. “I have wanted to do this all night,” Jack whispered, reaching his hand to my chin. He gently guided me to his lips. Fireworks exploded in my brain and I swear a brass band was playing a happy song as he kissed me. I pressed up against him, feeling his strong body mold into mine. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me in closer as his tongue quested for mine. I could have stood there kissing him for the rest of the evening, but the phone began to ring again. Jack ignored it for a moment, but when the shrill sound refused to stop, he released me. His kisses left me breathless, dizzy and cra

Kissing meant that they were mutually in love! He had never kissed a woman before because, in his eyes, their lips were filthy. The women lingering around him were always socialites, daughters from wealthy families, or celebrities, and he had never touched any of those butterflies. However, he did not know why, but he actually kissed this one. To be accurate, she was his first. He had never known that the sensation of a kiss could be this delicious. Weston slightly squinted his eyes and pressed on to her. From within a suffocating suppression, he quenched his raging thirst with poison.