Aphmau Kisses Novels & Stories

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

he husks, a devilish smirk playing on his lush lips. I wrap my legs around his waist so he doesn't stop. My heart races with desire as the fire burns within us. His penetrating gaze is on me, waiting for my approval or refusal. I nod, telling him to continue. He smiles slightly, taking it as a yes. "I love you, Apphia," "I love you," I whisper, resuming our passionate kiss. He aligns his massive cock on my inviting, wet entrance, and I hear my breathing change, ready to receive him.

Previously… Ama He kissed my forehead, my nose and then my lips. The kiss felt like it should never end. The last kiss we would share before we wouldn’t see each other for a while. We pulled away and put our foreheads together. His palm cupped my neck and I held onto that arm for dear life. “This is devastating” I said. “It’s only for a while baby. I’ll be back. You know i will. And we will see each other again.” He said.

Amara I love it when he wraps his arms around me. I look into his gorgeous brown eyes and bald head as he leans close to whisper. “I love you, baby.” As I lay a kiss on his luscious lips, he gives me a wicked smile and deepens the kiss. “I love you too, Sophie.” He whispers back. I feel confused, but I continue to kiss him. It’s as if I’m me, but not me. It’s happening again; another girl and I are occupying the same space. It’s obvious, considering that I know my name is not Sophie, but I continue to kiss him because I’m just a part of her conscience. As the boy kisses me harder and pulls me tight into his arms, I think about how I don’t feel anything. It’s an odd experience. After a momen

I asked, my voice low and husky. Amara nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yes," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair out of her face. My fingers grazed her skin, sending shivers down my spine. Amara's eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned into my touch. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. Our lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us.

“You won’t. Not in this lifetime, Amara.” Their faces drew closer, their breaths mingling. Martins cupped her face with both hands and kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, and finally, her lips. The kiss was slow, deep, and filled with meaning; the kind that speaks where words fail. Amara responded, her arms wrapping around his neck. He held her close, as though afraid she might vanish again. The kiss deepened, each movement gentle and intentional, every breath shared like a vow. He guided her back onto the bed and then pulled back slightly, brushing her lips with his thumb. Their legs wrapped against each other, and their bodies collided, their eyes met, yearning for something deeper.

I ran my hands down his broad shoulders, squeezing his firm biceps. "Like what you see, Princess?" Aphelion asked, a cocky smirk on his face, "Just shut up and kiss me," I replied as I lifted my hands off his arms and wrapped them in his hair, pulling him down towards me. Aphelion was an expert kisser. The moment our lips touched, sparks ran down my entire body, causing me to let out a soft moan. Aphelion took that opportunity to plunge his tongue into my mouth. His kiss was passionate and feverish as he explored every part of my mouth. I felt his hands grip my hips, and he pulled me closer to him, his hard length pressing firmly against me, making my body crave him even more.

, Darika said as her eyes were down playing with her ornaments, Completely missed how his Adam's apple Bob up and down the moment her dress fell on the floor. "Okay, then kiss me", Arthit said and Darika nodded her head in agreement. Darika pecked on his cheeks and Arthit rolled his eyes at her childishness. "I told you to kiss me, which means you have to kiss me on my lips", Arthit spoke while continuing to stare at her. His words made her puff her cheeks. "This is called Chumma, not a kiss", Darika huffed slightly because according to her kissing on their lips meant Chumma which is why when he asked her to kiss.

Her lips were soft and inviting, and I lost myself in the sensation, each brush of our mouths igniting sparks that traveled through my body. I deepened the kiss, letting my passion take over. The taste of her lingered on my lips—sweet and intoxicating. As our mouths moved in perfect harmony, I felt as if I was drowning in her essence, and nothing else mattered. Just as the kiss reached a crescendo, Amira pulled back slightly, a playful glint in her eyes. “Enough for today mister,” she teased, a smile dancing on her lips. I couldn’t help but chuckle, my heart racing not just from the kiss but from the joy of sharing this playful moment with her. “You’re impossible,” I laughed, my forehead res