Poison Kisses Novels & Stories

Worship disguised as possession. When he finally kissed her, it wasn’t tender. It was desperate. His mouth crashed against hers, tasting of rain and grief. Kimberly’s hands found his hair, tugging, grounding herself in the heat of him. The kiss deepened, grew hungrier, their breaths tangled and uneven, as though the air itself had turned to fire. Kovoc’s hand slid to her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between their hearts or the things they’d buried.

He leaned into her clumsy kiss, the taste of tequila lingering on her lips. Their kiss deepened, causing a tangle of limbs and breathless moans. Their clothes were shed in a hurried rage, and their movements fueled by a potent mix of alcohol and unspoken desires. Succumbing to the allure of her beauty, he surrendered to his impulse. Their bodies entwined in a moment of intense pleasure.

It was the kind of kiss that seared you alive from the inside out. The kind that left you tasting her hours later, tongue aching to find hers again. That kiss had detonated inside me, sharp and merciless. Now, as I drove, the taste of her lingered. Sweet, intoxicating, dangerous. Jasmine,vanilla and wild roses. A memory too vivid to be memory, it was possession. It clung to my lips, burned on my tongue, taunted me with every shallow breath. Beside me, Penelope’s voice filled the car like fireworks.

"The poison was potent. If I had taken a single bite of that dessert, I would have been long dea mmmph!" The man pinned her back to the glass window of the car, his lips crashing into hers as his hand grabbed her neck, harsh and rough, he was as violent as he could be as he smooched her softness, sucking the moisture out of her lips. His teeth dug into her bottom lips as the soft skin cracked, blood gushing out of it. The metallic taste spread into their mouths but he did not stop there as he lowered his lips slowly peppering feathery kisses before his lips hovered above her neck.

“Doesn’t it? His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I gasped against his lips, but I still didn’t pull away. My hands fisted his shirt as he deepened the kiss, savoring the way he folded me against him, as if he wanted not even air to come between us. His lips slanted over mine, his hands moving down to grip my waist as he pressed me against the wall. Heat ignited between us, spreading like wildfire. Every forbidden touch, every stolen moment, every risk we had ever taken; it all culminated in this desperate, hungry kiss. He groaned against my lips. “You taste like cranberry.” I smiled, trying to mask my breathlessness. “It was from the mourning ritual.” Theo frowned. “Mourning ritual?”

And like a beast, he deepened the kiss. He possessed her, leaned her on the wall while stabling her head with his big palm like a sugar daddy. He chewed her lips, multitasking his fingers into her hair to stroke her warmly. Her lips were so Intoxicating, he couldn't get enough. The heat, hunger and lust weakened Cinderella's knees. She couldn't even struggle. Her mind was dummied by his kisses. But soon, something seemed to kick in. Poison! Her lips were poisoned.

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

The faster his fingers moved, the deeper he kissed me until I was a whithering mess on his lap, grinding against his hand. My nails were digging into his skin, and I pulled my mouth from his for a minute. He let out a low growl that made my toes curl, and I bit my lip just before kissing him again. I knew the moment he tasted my blood because he pulled my head back by my hair as he glared at me. “Faith,” He warned, and I smirked at him, licking a drop of blood from my lip. Yet as I looked down, even the small taste I gave him was causing the discoloration from the poison to recede.

I whisper against his lips. He kisses me. His lips crash into mine with a hunger that steals the breath from my lungs, the taste of tonight's dessert lingers on his tongue as our mouths open and deepen the kiss. The laughter between us and Sinister becomes a distant murmur against the pounding of my heart, while the warm glow of the fireplace bathes our skin in flickering amber light.

They both got a taxi as soon as they got outside the school, “I was only lieing earlier baby because I saw my ex behind you, I wanted him to be jealous, the guy I kissed... he is only but a stranger, I don’t even know his name until you mentioned it in school, you called him Aaron, right? Or something along that line.” Cercei explained to mirabel looking desperately into her eyes. “Wait you kissed someone you don’t know? As in you kissed a stranger at a party?!” Mirabel asked cercei, looking suprised with her eye wide open. “Yes, the second time now!” Cercei replied avoiding mirabel’s judging eyes. “Wow!!!!!” Mirabel exclaimed as she folded her arms under her boobs and shook her head in awe.