Poison's Kiss Novels & Stories

His hands came up to cradle her face, his touch shockingly, impossibly gentle. He kissed her back not as a soldier, but as a man starved for a connection he thought he'd never have. It was full of a yearning so deep it stole her breath. Then—a jolt. A searing, feverish pain that was not her own. It lanced through the bond, a wave of poison and a deeper, more desolate hurt: the ghost of Kael's lips on hers. The silver poison, the feverish voice calling for her and the devastation of her betrayal.

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.

freedom. Still, I lean forward, bringing my lips to his, my breath mingling with his. He tastes the same as the first time we kissed. I had been too young to understand what poison really tasted like. The second his lips part, my own meet his in a small kiss, a parting gift of mine as I feel the flicker of something dark, something broken inside me and embrace it completely. My fingers move without thought, slipping into the holster beneath my dress as I pull away from him.

"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.

I shake my head to hide my embarrassment, not daring to stare at Caleb anymore. "Do you poison wolves rarely kiss?" I was vaguely aware of a hidden meaning in Caleb's words. "Yes, poison wolf's teeth are highly poisonous. All of us rarely kiss others, and rarely allow others to kiss us. For poison wolf, kissing on the lips is a much more intimate, private, and romantic thing than intercourse. It means putting our life in the hands of the other person. One thousand honeyed words and a hundred times sex are not comparable to a kiss."

I whispered, leaning down to kiss him. The kiss was desperate. It tasted of fear and sickness. I bit his lip, hard, trying to draw a reaction. His hands came up to grip my waist, his fingers digging into my skin. "More," he gasped against my mouth. I unbuttoned my shirt, letting it fall to the floor. I pressed my chest against his, skin to skin. He felt like he was burning up. I unzipped his pants, freeing him. He was half-hard, struggling against the poison.

she whispered, misty brown eyes meeting mine. I curled my hand on her face, seizing her eyes. “You don’t have to say anything, mia rosa, but I would be very pleased if we seal this deal with a kiss.” I smirked, eyes widening as a saucer when Rylee pressed her lips against mine without missing a beat. Quickly recovering from my shock, I kissed her back, my hand coming up to her nape instantly as I urged her lips to part. She tasted of whiskey and peaches and everything sinful yet addicting. She’s my poison and antidote in one sexy bottle.

He coughs out blood, and he stares at me in shock. "Uhm the one I transferred into your body, when you kissed me, my lipstick actually contains a very deadly poison. I already took the antidote, so it can't cause any harm to me and I'm sorry to inform you but I didn't bring any antidote for you." I said pouting. "You... you... will.. agh." "I'm sorry are you saying something, cause I can't here you." I said smirking, he tries to get up on his feet but then it was impossible since death came knocking.

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.

his hands placed on my shoulder. I tried to shake him off, but he held firm. He locked his eyes onto mine, and he whispers, "Ava, please...listen” with his breath brushing my skin, "You know I love and care about you,those?” He said, pointing to the pictures scattered on the ground, “they mean nothing …..Ava I don’t care about any other lady….look at me,I love you so much Ava” He went on and on about how he never cheated since the last time.