Poisonous Kiss Novels & Stories

I whisper fiercely, my voice trembling with unspoken emotion. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls me in. His lips meet mine in a kiss that starts slow, hesitant, but soon becomes something more. It’s not just a kiss of lust, but one of promises—unspoken, but understood. It’s raw and full of something deeper. Something more intense. More dangerous. It's a kiss that makes my heart beat faster.

NYX'S POV Before I could manage to respond, his lips descended upon mine in a passionate kiss. It was a kiss that conveyed a multitude of emotions — longing, hunger, and a fierce possessiveness.In that moment, our lips melded together in a fiery dance, igniting a conflagration of passion between us. His kiss was intense, his lips moved hungrily against mine, seeking an unspoken connection that transcended the physical realm. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, revealing the depths of our desire and the unyielding magnetism that drew us together.

she breathed, and she rose onto her toes to press her mouth to his. The kiss was not gentle. It was a collision, a culmination of years of suppressed longing and artistic tension. His arms wrapped around her, crushing her to him, and his mouth was demanding, hungry. He tasted of darkness and desire, a flavor so intoxicating she felt drunk on it. His tongue swept into her mouth, and she met it with her own, a fierce, claiming dance that left them both breathless.

Christian tipped her head back to allow his tongue to dominate the wild and punishing kiss. He swirled his tongue against hers, devouring every recess hungrily. It wasn’t just any passionate kiss. It was branding. He wanted to punish her for fighting him since the time they met. He wanted her to know who she belonged to.

And in this moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of love and desire for him. A passionate and fiery kiss was Vincent's only response. His lips met hers with a force that took her breath away. It was a hungry, demanding kiss, filled with a raw, primal energy that sent shivers down her spine. Strong, earnest, almost out of breath, he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fierce urgency.

“Oh no, you don’t!” He pulls away from my hand. “What? Why won’t you let me kiss you?” “Your kisses are dangerous. They short circuit my brain and I become a cat in heat!” He dares to laugh. “I am serious. What is your chapstick made up of? Pheromones?”

“Because I have the power, the money, the will. And because you, my dear Emma, were made to be owned.” He crushed his lips to hers, a brutal, punishing kiss. It was not a kiss of passion, but of possession. He was claiming her, marking her, branding her with his mouth, his tongue forcing its way past her lips, a violation that was both terrifying and deeply, profoundly arousing. She could taste the whiskey on his breath, a dark, intoxicating poison.

he questioned but before I could open my mouth to defend my self, his mouth came crashing against mine. His tongue skillfully slipped through my defenses, finding its way into my mouth. The kiss was breathtaking, igniting a passionate response within me. Whether he shared the same arousal remained a mystery. This time, his kiss possessed an intensity and ferocity that made me fear I might lose my breath, an intoxicating dance that bordered on the edge of suffocating ecstasy.

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?”

Once everything was ready, I stepped onto the stage in my white gown and with a bouquet in hand. Lucas couldn't wait for me to reach him. He approached me and stretched out his hand, eager to take mine. I reached my hand out to take his. Amid the blessings of countless werewolves, of the countless cheers and laughter, our hands clasped tightly together. Lucas lowered his head and kissed me as if no one else was there. The kiss was so long that I thought I was going to run out of breath before he finally stopped. Then, he bared his fangs and gently bit the gland at the back of my neck, completing the final mark.