Venom Kisses Novels & Stories

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

This kiss blew that kiss out of the water. This was a waterfall kiss. His lips were firm and confident, his tongue tasting and caressing like he couldn't get enough of my taste. I moaned softly, whimpering at his sensual touch that was driving me wild. I'd never been kissed like this before. Finally, I was getting to kiss Leo. My Leo, the man I had loved for years. And here was the proof that he cared for me right back. My hand caressed his jaw, feeling the end of day stubble that rasped against my lips. I loved how masculine and strong he was.

I caught a glimpse of his eyes for a split second, and the glimmer in those eyes said that he was totally enjoying this game of domination we had going on. His tongue grazed over my lower lip, asking for permission. But I held my lips together, closing it shut on purpose. He let out a growl as he bit on my lower lip roughly, catching me off guard and causing me to gasp. With that, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue right in. He really wasn't kidding when he said the 'element of surprise'. Judah then put his hand on my throat. His grip was strong and firm, somewhat blocking my air passage. In between the lack of oxygen and his skillful tongue dancing inside my mouth, I felt like I was

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.

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.

that’s the infamous grandma Lucas is so scared of…. Adonis looks at her with a strange expression, pursing his lips. He still hasn’t uttered a word, and it confuses me. Is he so high on ego that he does not think anyone else is worthy of his voice? He grimaces, turns from his grandmother to glare at me, and with one hard glare, he taps three times. “Mr Thornewood has agreed…but on one condition.” Mr. Richards says again, speaking for Adonis. “What is it?” “He wants Miss Venus in the kissing booth with him.”

Nathan’s lips curved into a playful smirk, and that expression was the final push Shaun needed. Without thinking, Shaun grabbed the front of Nathan’s shirt and smashed his lips against his. The kiss was rough, violent, and fueled entirely by anger. Shaun kissed him deliberately, teeth scraping against Nathan’s lip as a harsh sound escaped his throat. He bit him before pulling away, laughter spilling from his mouth. “How does that feel?” Shaun mocked. “Disgusting, right? You just kissed a guy. You probably feel like throwing up. That’s what you get for messing with me.”

I yank it out with wet fingers. 312 new notifications. The top one is a push alert: BREAKING: Whitford Tech CEO Theo Whitford announces college sweetheart Amara Quinn as “the woman I’ve always loved” in shocking on-stage kiss at anniversary gala. Wife Livia Whitford flees in tears. Video inside. There’s already a video. I click it because I’m weird. It’s worse in slow motion. Theo’s hand sliding into Amara’s hair. Her nails digging into his tux. The way he smiles into the kiss like he’s been starving for it.

My fingers gripped the back of his neck, pulling him closer, stealing his breath, his warmth, his will. He responded eagerly, unaware of what my kiss truly meant. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t affection. It was the kiss of vengeance, a curse sealed between our lips. The kind of kiss that could destroy kingdoms. He didn’t know it yet, but I would make him remember everything he’d forgotten. The rejection. The blood. The pain. And when the time came, he would beg for the mercy he once denied me. I pulled away slowly, my lips brushing against his. A faint smirk played on my face as I whispered, “You taste just like regret.”