Your Lips Are Venomous Poison Novels & Stories

The veins on his neck popped up as pure, unadulterated lust pooled in them. Just a mere innocent touch of her virgin lips incited a swirl of fatal desire inside him. Meshing their lips together, Adrian didn't give her time and started devouring her. Those pink, beautiful petals resembled juicy fresh cherries. Even being dry, they couldn't hide their ripeness and quell his urge to taste them.

They poke my thighs pretty close to my honey island. I moan a little. He pull his lips closer to my face and neck. I feel his hit nostrils breath on my weakling sink. It erect my hair follicles and force they dance happily. We're pretty close. An inch more and we'll be engulfed in a romantic kiss. "You're a birthed liar caroline". "Rather than misuse my time with you, I'll just s*x and murder you". "After all you're still immune to my venomous claws".

"Xavi- mhhh Sto- Mhhh N- Ahh! " She whimpered in pain as I bit her lower lips harshly, she parted her lips in a gasp and I wasted no time to enter my tongue in her velvet canvas, the warm walls of her mouth was driving me crazy and I wanted nothing but more of it , more of HER. "So good baby your lips feel so good , you taste like honey... so sweet..."

This is exclusive for you, my mate. Poison kiss... I'll do it to him literally. I just found it out two years ago, though but I'm glad that I found it out because this became a really big help for me. I've read every book about vaewolves. Both existing and non-existing books and found out something about how powerful my lips are. It contains poison that only I can control- a poison that can kill someone after an hour but on every second you'll be spending with it on your body, you'll feel like you're the whole body is getting burnt and ripped and that's through a kiss- a poison kiss to be exact and that's how I'm planning to kill him. Wonderful, isn't it?

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

Some of the most poisonous people come disguised as friends and family, but am tired of wearing a disguise... not anymore LILITH P.O.V .... "Believe me I have more than enough of that" Parting his lips apart, he said this time with finally a change of tone. To be frank, his tone sounded like he was pissed already, that I needed no one to tell me that it was full of venom. What on earth have i gotten myself into, I want to destroy the green eyes bitch, not to be destroyed....

Hіѕ lірѕ аrе ѕо rеd and luѕсіоuѕ аnd bеаutіfullу fоrmеd. Thеу’rе lips thаt are meant to be kіѕѕеd. Thеу’rе ѕо plump, аnd thе urge to rеасh out аnd рut my finger оn thе bоttоm оnе is оvеrwhеlmіng.

She removed her shades, revealing her injured face. “Who ruined your face, stepmother?” Denis asked mockingly. “I need the poison you’re working on.” “We can’t release even a drop,” Denis replied coolly. “If Silence finds out, it’s over.” “Then give me something else. I have a pest to get rid of.” He shrugged, leading her to another lab and handing her a vial of bright green liquid — Viper’s Breath. A single sip could rot a person’s insides in hours, leaving them convulsing until their lungs collapsed.

he murmurs, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below my ear. I bare my throat in answer. His fangs sink in without warning, a white-hot sting that blooms into something deeper, darker, better. Pleasure flows through me, sharp and sweet, like honey laced with poison. His venom burns as it spreads, turning my veins to jelly, my skin feels too tight for my bones. I gasp, my fingers clawing at his shoulders, my nails digging in hard enough to draw blood. He groans against my neck, his tongue lapping at the wound, sealing it even as the world seems like it’s crashing down on me.

It was contaminated, a mark of betrayal carved into my memory; it wasn't tender. He brought his lips close to my face, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that felt suffocating. His hands cupped my cheeks delicately, as if the gesture could convey affection, and then he pressed a kiss onto my forehead. To him, it might have been tender, an act of care but to me, it felt sinister, a kiss laced with malice, as if his lips carried venom that seeped into my skin, leaving me paralyzed with revulsion.