Venom Kisses Novels & Stories

The tears escaped my eyes and trickled down my face as I stood up to follow him, grabbing his hand as he headed towards the door. Outside a man in a black tuxedo stood waiting on the porch. Jack opened the door and nodded to him before turning back to me. His eyes were wet as his thumbs smeared the tears off my cheek. He then traced his thumb across my lower lip before taking my chin in his hand and pulling me into a kiss. I could taste the salt of my tears—salty like the ocean—as I kissed him one last time.

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

A full kiss was like being struck my lightning. He chuckled, nuzzling my inner thigh and tightening his grip on my hips. He did it again and I moaned into the night. His lips applied pressure while his teeth and tongue worked magic. I had never had anything this wonderful in my life. He coaxed me gently to the edge of what I could take. “Aiden,” I whimpered as I started to shake. At his name, he slid one finger inside of me, sliding in on my excitement. With a flick of his tongue and finger in unison, he turned my whimper into a full moan, shooting me into pure bliss.

The tingling anticipation prickling her skin? She said screw it to the little voice that told her she should run from the wolf. She pressed herself against him, clutched at his muscled biceps, and let herself enjoy the kiss. What a kiss. His hard mouth claimed hers with a fervor she’d never experienced before. This. This hard, hot, breathless embrace was passion, not the tepid acts of her past with boys. Gavin was a man. All musk, power, and intent.

But then she heard a human voice, and she hesitated, trying to listen to him. The voice spoke again, and this time she recognized his words. 'Enemies of humans are humans. We just love them,' he said in his deep voice as he leaned in to kiss her. As he kissed her lips, her body trembled. She felt a scream of pleasure, an explosion of ecstasy, and the world was suddenly filled with light and colors, like a million rainbows. A million colors. She felt a strange sense of recognition from his touch.

The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger. Florence didn't dare retaliate. She stood there, pointing toward the neighbors while raising her voice again. "Look, everyone! Look at this vile woman! She's a lunatic! Chester was cursed the day he married her! He lost his life because of her!" I ruffled my hair to make myself look even more disheveled. Then I grabbed her arm and shoved her out the door. Dropping the knife, I followed her outside and fell to my knees at the doorstep in a sudden motion. I then began wailing as I clung tightly to her legs with both hands.

Aki asked, feeling nervous about the implications of such a technique. “Well, you know how everything is made up of vibrations? Ichi Geki Ken is a type of spear-hand attack that targets certain parts of the body that are psychic and vibratory. After you’ve gathered all your ki on the tip of your yonhon nukite, you inject it into the body of your enemy, where it will spread in waves.” “Like poison,” Aki said with a gasp. “Well…yeah, I guess you could say that. Undines are well versed with the medical theory of blood circulation and ki balance. The blood is like a river and if you put a dam to block it in one place, the body slowly gets damaged.”

I suddenly remember the night at the club and only the thought of that makes me moan softly. Fuck!!! “Let me show you how a real man kisses,” Vincenzo growls, reaching for me. My breath catches as he cups the back of my head and slams his mouth down to mine. Vinceno is dominant. Demanding. Possessive. His kiss isn't careful, or teasing…it's claiming. He pushes me back against the wall, pinning me with his body, and I can feel every hard inch of him pressing against mine. I whimper, lips parting wider as his tongue dives into mine, battling mine.

Fisting my hands in his shirt, I whisper, "Ding, Ding, Round 3!" Pulling him down close enough to nip at his bottom lip, Dragon curses under his breath in Spanish, then crashes into me. The kiss was a bayou storm—untamed, all-consuming, devouring the space between ‘yours’ and ‘mine’. I was the drought-parched earth; he was the lightning strike. Our tongues clashed like two weather fronts, and when he bit my lip, I tasted copper and the promise of rain. Flipping me onto my back, his laughter muffled against my mouth. His hands roam but linger at the hem of my shirt, asking permission. I nod, breathless.

But her body betrayed her again—skin tingling where his breath touched, blood rushing hot and confused. She forced words out, trembling but defiant. “You can threaten me all you want, Dante. But you’ll never break me.” He paused, searching her face with unnerving patience. Then, unexpectedly, his mouth curved into a predator’s smile. “That’s what I like about you.” Before she could move, his hand slid beneath her chin, tilting her face up. His mouth descended, claiming hers in a kiss nothing like the one at dinner. This one was raw, punishing, ruthless. His lips pressed hard, his tongue forcing past her resistance until she gasped. Her fists shoved against his chest, but he was immovable, un