A Sweet Kiss Saves Our Marriage Novels & Stories

badly. I turned and leaned up to kiss him. It was as if we were instantly transported back in time, back to our little house on the beach. Our time apart melted away as though it had never been. His hands went to the sides of my face, embracing me as he kissed me. It was the tender kiss of two people in love. Soon, however, the kiss turned from tender to passionate, as our tongues began to move against each other. I stood and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and his hands went to my sides.

"In the name of God, I, Cassie Davila, take you, Liam Lautner, to be my husband , to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us apart. This is my solemn vow.” It was finally over I sighed. But then I heard the priest say something I totally forgot. “Now I call you as wedded Husband and Wife, now you may kiss.” What! No I am never going to kiss this scum bag, beast, Satan. No! Never. When still I was thinking about the kiss I would never agree to, Liam pulled me by my waist and I wasted no time in reacting. I was shocked. I wanted to push him but then realized what he said before co

He says, and I sober up with a smile almost immediately, pushing closer to him so that our fronts get pressed up against each other. “I love you too.” I say back to him, and he captures my lips in a soft kiss. I'm about to tell him about my make-up and my lipstick, but all that evades me as his tongue tango’s with mine and I get lost in a sea of ecstasy. I fucking love this man, and I'm going to marry him today. It's the only thought that keeps spinning through my mind until I hear, "Should we cancel the wedding so you two can kiss all day?"

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

I got drunk at his passionate and sweet kisses that I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, giving him access to my tongue. He parted our lips as he cupped my face while he stared deeply into my eyes. "I don't want you thinking that I'm gonna do that, Kira. I'm not that kind of man. I respect you and our marriage so---" I kissed his lips again and didn't let him finish speaking. I was so carried away that I wanted to taste more of him. His sweet, soft tongue sent good electricity to my body that woke my senses alive as if I had just flown on cloud nine.

Love never crosses their minds because of the difficult life that they are both living. Calix recalls feeling immensely moved by her farewell kiss back then. A kiss that he was thinking about letting go, but in the end he can't. And that one kiss with that woman has been his saving grace all along. And he was thankful that he had ingrained that memory of her in his heart. Kaira did not anticipate that she would come face to face with and even marry the man that she was trying to save from her cruel life, but she was glad that she did. For her, a night of lust and pure desire became something more.

His face was more darker now. “I’m still your wife, Killian, in the name of the paper and the church. Everyone knows that we are married,” I said to him firmly. I wanted him to understand me. I sighed deeply and looked at him with hopeful eyes. “Why don’t we try to make this marriage work, Killian?” He looked taken aback at what I just said before his eyes turned cold. “Work this out, ha? Marriage is pure bullshit, Cassandra. It doesn’t work.”

Then, the kiss – a fleeting touch, a brand of possession, a silent acknowledgment of their precarious arrangement. Uno's words, a low murmur against her lips, were a cruel twist of fate: "Let's keep this 365-day marriage our secret. And don't worry, kissing you is the least I'll do." The veiled threat, the raw power in his voice, sent a shiver down her spine.

Why am I so slow---- "Sweetheart, it's okay." He chuckled. "I am your husband so T.M means----" I got it! I didn't give him the chance to finish what he was saying as I grabbed his collar and sealed his lips in a sweet and passionate kiss. I couldn't contain the happiness that filled me when he responded to that kiss. "Whoah!" the reaction that comes from the people around us, but I just ignored them and continued what I was doing. Who would have thought that the mysterious guy who has been sending me flowers and presents for the past few months and the person standing in front of me is the same?

I ask, jumping on her words. "If we stay married, you’re going to respect me—" "I swear, I will. I won’t even drink again," I interrupt. "—and you won’t kiss me," she finishes seriously. "No one’s going to believe we’re a newlywed couple in love if I don’t kiss you. We’ll come off too cold." "It can be a small kiss—but not tie tongues into knots, like yesterday." "Tie tongues into knots?" I repeat, grinning. "Just so you know, that’s how couples kiss. Or did Oliver never kiss you like that?" I ask, genuinely surprised.