A Sweet Kiss Saves Our Marriage Novels & Stories

He smirks, kisses my temple and then goes back to retrieve the pasta from boiling water. “Why do you always ruin something so sweet with something extra, not sweet.” I blink at him, wiping my face and throwing a kiss on him from behind, recovering from the tenderness and hitting his neck because I am barefoot and he’s not bending for me. Completely blown away by what he has said and know he’s lightening the seriousness of his statement, because neither of us are ready for the M talk yet. Especially not me. How can I marry a guy I can’t even tell I love yet?

"Are you looking for me?" I dramatically licked my lower lip and grabbed his collar to give him a wild, desperate kiss. His soft lips stayed and melted in my mouth. I opened my mouth to let his tongue in until we closed the door of my suit, and we never broke the passionate kiss. He tasted the blood on my lower lip, moaned softly, and slowly pulled me away. At the same time, I was trying to catch my breath while staring at him with doubt. He said, "I can't do that because you're married and—"

As they both share a passionate time.“Princesse, please.” It’s a beg, Monica will admit, but it’s growled with deep hunger. She flips her hair over one shoulder, putting her weight onto one arm to take Jackson in hand. Standing him upright, she aligns herself with him. “I love you, husband,” she says sweetly. “I love you, wiiiiife.” Jackson means to return the sweet words, knowing it will get her off as much as it does him, but Monica sinks her bliss down onto him, taking all thought and word formation skills from his brain.

I was holding my head when I got in the car. When he kissed me, I was breathless. I totally forgot to kiss him when he arrived, which is what he wanted me to do. Does he think that I am going to get used to that instantly? Well, what I did in the restaurant was an exception. Our marriage is at stake.

“Mom, how should we prove it so you'll be satisfied and leave—” “Kiss,” she said seriously. “Let's settle everything with a kiss. It's easy to do if you're truly married.” "W-WHAT?!"

"Make sure he watches, Marcus." I squeezed my eyes shut as Killian's mouth descended on mine, kissing me. His tongue played along the seam of my lips, never pressing further. He growled in frustration, remaining cold when I didn't grant him access. But I opened up when he pulled me closer, telling me to kiss him back. For Zeke. For Chris. He deepened the kiss, his tongue entering my mouth. I was surprised when he pulled away suddenly. I thought he would have expected a more prolonged kiss to torture Chris more. His eyes were full of desire. "I want to save some for our wedding night."

When she didn't budge, he pressed a kiss to her neck, and nibbled on her ear before she smiled. “There, that's my girl. I don't want you frowning at me. I already promised Rick that we don't fight for long. We kiss and make up, and now the little guy is considering marriage again.” “What? You guys talked about marriage? What do you know about marriage, Steven King?” “I know this.” He murmured against the skin of her neck before claiming her mouth in a kiss. She tasted like sweet, juicy oranges he couldn't get enough of. They were still kissing when Rick walked into the living room and groaned.

A wave of happiness washes over me as I smile and gently slide the ring onto her finger "I don’t have a ring for you," she says, I shrug, a grin spreading across my face. "That’s okay, you can just kiss me because it’s sealed. We are now married." With those words, I lean in and press my lips against hers, feeling an intense tingling sensation ripple through my body. As I deepen the kiss, my lips move against hers with a gentle urgency, each movement igniting a fire within me. The world around us fades away; in that moment, nothing else matters—no worries or fears, no past or future. It’s just the heat of the moment, the intense connection between us.

Then he speaks. “If you’re worried that you’ll give birth without locking in, then… let’s get married,” he says, voice low but urgent. “Marry me, Aria. We can build our family together.” I scoff, the sound bitter in my throat as I look directly at him. “Can you even hear yourself? Marry you? For fuck’s sake, Collins, what makes you think I’d ever want to marry you?” He flinches, and confusion floods his face like he genuinely hadn’t seen this coming. “You don’t want to get married to me?” he says, almost in a whisper. “I thought—”

I was about to sit so I could see his face better but he kissed me on the lips and hugged me. "Don't put a space between us, "he murmured so I went back to my position. I kissed his chest before settling the side of my face on it. I sniffed his skin. I really loved his scent. "Those pictures which were sent to me kept me from going crazy because I missed you a lot. I was angry but it couldn't overpower the love I have for you. To be honest, I even justified what you did. There were times I told myself that you were too young which made you did it. But as you know I was a jerk and let my anger blinded me. Try to forget the things I had with other women. I became a better lover for you because