Poisonous Kiss Novels & Stories

He never saw anyone’s naked lower half and he never in his life thought to see Poison’s beauty. Poison saw the intensity and desire in Buck’s eyes. His face was red as he was restraining himself. Poison didn’t know the pleasure he got from that look and his core pulsed more thinking about what to happen next. He held Buck’s head and pulled him closer to his core. Buck inhaled sharply and lost his control. He held Poison’s hips and kissed Poison down there. Poison threw his head back biting his lip. He never let anyone kiss there not even kitten because he thought it’s dirty but he pleasured kitten numerous times with his mouth.

“I thought I might… lose you.” Aella shivered in his arms, the residual effects of the poison making her body weak yet responsive to his touch. “I… I’m here,” she whispered, heat pooling dangerously as their lips met again. The kiss deepened, hungry, desperate, yet tempered by the sharp awareness of survival and the forest around them.

"A kind of potion that can force the holiest man on earth to sleep with a girl." "Oh, that's it..." This time the poison seller gave is in a form of lip colour stick. "The poison kiss." The seller said. "My lady, prostitutes usually use this lip colour stick to get rich and respectable male clients who are not interested in them at the first place. If you kiss a man with this lip colour on your lips, he will lose consciousness in a few seconds, but he will become very sensitive to touch. You can make love with them without them having the ability to rebel or move at the slightest."

I take the flower and lightly breathe in its lovely floral scent. “I couldn’t very well not have a flower for my date,” she says brightly. “You know this flower is poisonous, right?” I ask, quirking my eyebrow. “That’s why I picked it. It’s just like you, gorgeous but deadly,” she says as she pinches my chin and places a chaste kiss on my lips. For some that might come off as an insult, but for me, that’s a hell of a compliment, and a bit of a turn-on to boot.

The fox will grant you what you’ve been searching As long as you bring something someone else has been missing. Ah, but I digress… This one should let you rest. Just sit back, enjoy the bliss You will experience Here at the inn called Chocolate Kiss!

I mumbled. “What's a kissing spell?” he sounded curious. “Oh, that?” I laughed faintly, “Just a family curse… In short, I kissed you. Now, if you don't kiss me back before my 30th birthday, I will die… or I can give up on my magic…” I chuckled and looked at him. He became serious. He moved closer to me. “Is that all? All I have to do is kiss you?” he slowly leaned over me. “N-no…” I gulped seeing his face inches away from mine, “You… would have to feel something towards me… The kiss should carry equally intense emotions… as the ones I felt when I gave you mine…”

CHAPTER 30: The Snake Inside Vincenzo’s Pov I just stood there after the kiss. It was so stupid. I kissed her in that dark hallway. I shouldn't have done that. I'm the Don, i don’t just kiss people whenever I feel like it. I’m the boss of everything but she was right there, and she looked so mad at me for showing her off at the party. I liked that she was mad. She didn’t look scared at all. She just looked angry. I pulled away and left fast before I did anything else totally dumb.

"From now on, you are the prime suspect in Chester Paget's murder!" Eleanor said as she leaned on the table with both arms, her sharp gaze drilling into me. "The lab results are out. We found sleeping pills in his bloodstream! Aren't these Diazepams yours? Tell me, why did you murder your husband?" I froze for a moment before abruptly standing, my emotions spiraling out of control as I shouted, "That's impossible! This bottle contains Carbamazepine!

He gripped my chin pulling me up from the floor "You let go so quickly. I have to reward you" he said "Ah you wanted a kiss." he scoffed "how silly of me to forget but anyway we don't want to leave you with nothing. I’m a gentleman who keeps his word, so here you go" he kissed me on my forehead softly. His lips felt cold, like the kiss of death. I clenched my fists. Sadistic Bastard!!

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.