Poisonous Kiss Novels & Stories

I inquired. Maybe he already planned on getting serious with her, huh. But now that I told him she's clingy, he was disappointed because he didn't dig for clingy, possessive, nagging, nosy and jealous women. Just one amongst those that one possesses, he'll quickly dump them like a thrash with no regrets. “Your sweet mouth is really poisonous. Do you know that?” He straightened from his seat and stared at my scowling face, “It needs to shut up now,” he stated before pulling me from my nape and claiming my lips.

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.

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 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.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

What a plan. The crowd finally grasped the situation, and public opinion shifted instantly. "This proves her guilt. This is premeditated murder!" "She was trying to kill her husband for the insurance money. What a monster!" "She used her husband's life to advance her career. She's completely heartless!" Wendy clenched her teeth. "It is just an insurance policy. You're making baseless accusations. You're standing here perfectly fine. I have done nothing to you. How can you accuse me of intending to kill you?"

“You absolute, stubborn, reckless idiot.” I closed the distance between us in a single, frantic motion, my hands flying to his face, my fingers a frantic, desperate search for any sign of a serious injury. And then, I kissed him. It wasn’t a gentle, tender kiss. It was a fierce, desperate, punishing kiss, a collision of lips and teeth and tongues that was a raw, unfiltered expression of my fear, my anger, my relief, my love. It was a kiss that was meant to hurt, to punish, to remind him that he wasn’t allowed to die, to leave me, or to break my heart. It was a kiss that was a testament to the depth of my feelings, a promise that I would never let him go.

The collision knocked the breath from her lungs, but any sound she could make was instantly swallowed as his mouth slammed down on hers. The kiss was fierce, toxic, and utterly lawless—tasting of ash, adrenaline, and the primal terror of two weapons realizing their entire reality was a fabricated lie. Arthur kissed her like a man breathing his last lungful of air, his tongue invading her mouth with a possessive, territorial fury that demanded absolute surrender. He wasn't just taking her; he was tearing through decades of mental conditioning, trying to fuse himself to the only real thing left in a world built on illusions.

He was well aware that his mate had a reputation for being cold and merciless. Their lips met in a gentle caress, but soon the kiss deepened, igniting a hunger between them. Their mouths moved in a dance of passion, each seeking to claim the other's essence. The intensity of their embrace was evident, as if they were trying to consume each other with the power of their kiss.

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.