Novel & Cerita Beso Arcoiris

She leaned down, licked the wound slowly, her tongue trailing over the spot where she had bitten. The skin glowed. A tattoo bloomed into existence across Aria’s chest — a crest carved in divine sigil, blooming like ink in water: A serpent curling around a golden apple, its tail piercing a crown, its fangs dripping onto a rose wrapped in thorns. Eris’s mark. “I’m yours now,” Eris said, voice hoarse, hands framing Aria’s face. “Forever.” Aria’s body moved on instinct. She reached up, pulled Eris down, and kissed her hard.

Forever. With a slow movement, we pull apart, the scent of her breath still lingering on my lips. “Mark me.” She says, sliding her hair to her left shoulder, revealing her right side. I have been waiting for this moment. Holding the back of her neck, I push my fangs into her skin, marking her, claiming her. *** Meanwhile… ARIA The whole Mirage Paradise has been decorated for my engagement. Mrs. Ana has burdened her shoulders with responsibilities. She's more enthusiastic than the rest of the attendants. Maybe it's because of our bond. She treats me like a child.

his voice husky. Arion, who was still holding my hand, pulled me to my feet standing me between them. He leaned in kissing my neck. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me as he sucked on my marking spot. Arrow moved closer pressing his chest against my back, I could feel his hard member against my back. He leaned in kissing the other side causing me to moan with pleasure. “Babe, you taste so good. I can’t wait till I mark you,” Arrow said his voice thick with lust.

**Uncommon Visions** Aria sat cross-legged on the soft, verdant banks of the river, surrounded by the enchanting symphony of nature. The warm hues of the sunset painted the sky in breathtaking strokes of golden oranges and deep purples, as if an artist had splashed vibrant colors across an endless canvas. The tranquil sound of water lapping against the smooth stones created a soothing melody that merged seamlessly with the gentle rustle of leaves stirred by a playful breeze. Nestled within this secluded forest for several months, Aria found comfort in the embrace of solitude, where time seemed to slow, allowing her to truly appreciate the beauty of her surroundings.

“More than enough.” She looked back at the horizon. “The sunset is stunning.” “It is cheating,” Aris said, flipping a skewer. “Every birthday surprise looks romantic if you put it in front of a sunset.” Her mouth curved. “Is this supposed to be romantic?” He raised a brow. “Do you want it to be?” Her stomach fluttered again — an inconvenient, reckless feeling. She looked back toward the horizon instead of answering. He chuckled softly. “Thought so.” The warmth of his teasing took some of the lingering ache out of her chest.

Arrow’s hand hovered. Celeste’s breath hitched. “Arrow,” she warned softly. “I know,” he murmured. “I’m thinking.” He placed his hand lightly at her waist, barely touching. The contact burned. “Relax,” the assistant said. “You look tense.” Celeste forced her shoulders down. Arrow adjusted instinctively, his thumb brushing fabric. Electric. The mirror caught everything—the way her lips parted, the way his jaw clenched. “Smile,” the assistant urged. Celeste smiled.

His eyes met hers, not wandering yet, as he whispered, “You’re beautiful, Aria. Every part of you.” Her breath hitched. The sincerity in his voice was everything. She let her arms fall, her chest rising and falling fast under his eyes. Kael finally let his gaze drop, taking in every bit of her. His hand traced her collarbone, then down her arm, slow, almost worshipful. His lips followed, brushing kisses across her skin, lingering where her pulse beat fast. Aria tilted her head back, her eyes fluttered closed, her body arching slightly toward him. The sensation made her gasp softly.

“Soft, unshakable… like you?” Aria smirked, nudging him gently. “Exactly like me. Don’t let it go to your head.” He leaned closer, brushing his lips against her temple, a fleeting, intimate touch. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he whispered. ⸻ As the sun dipped behind the horizon, painting the sky in deep oranges and purples, a message arrived on Aria’s phone. She froze, her thumb hovering over the screen. It was from an unknown number:

Simultaneously Ben and I cry out, leaping for each other, and a moment later I’m in his arms, laughing even as tears spring to my eyes as Ben pulls me close to his chest. “God damn it, Ariel, you scared the hell out of me –“ “Benny!” “You are so weird – how did you appear out of nowhere!? Why are you all wet?” “Um…blessed by the God of Darkness as a baby or something,” I murmur, taking a deep breath of his lovely, familiar scent. “Also, I just got out of the bath.” “Oh my god, Ari, you’re so weird!” “Benny – it’s so good to see you –“

“Seventy….” The distortion tore open. It wasn’t a hole in the air, it was something more alive. A vortex, swirling between blinding light and black shadow, pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat. It felt like it was staring at him. Ari stood in the doorway, clutching Marcus’s hand, her eyes locked on him. He gave her one last look with love, fear, and unshakable resolve all crammed into it. “For you, Eva,” he whispered. And then he stepped forward.