Beso Novels & Stories

"But I love how the water makes you look like this." "Like what?" "Like prey begging to be devoured." Arka kissed him. The kiss didn't start with gentleness; it was an absolute assault. Wild, deep, and filled with a thirst that had reached its boiling point. Their tongues clashed with a frantic, desperate rhythm. Bima ran his hands through Arka's damp hair, pulling him closer, pressing himself into the sofa. The white towel lay forgotten on the floor, no longer needed.

My nipples peak, pushing out into the lace of my bra. “You don’t understand what you did to me today,” Beau says. “You took years off of my life, I’m sure. But now, you are going to make it up to me.” Gods, yes. Whatever he wants, as long as he keeps touching me. He kisses a path from my ear down the column of my throat to my collarbone where he sucks in a mark. Then, he gently lifts his head and noses at the junction of my neck and shoulder. He presses hot, open mouth kisses to that spot. Then, ever-so-gently, he opens his mouth wider and presses his teeth into that spot.

Theo suddenly shouted and stood up to run towards the table where he spotted Beam. Beam automatically smiled when he turned to the boy even with his embarrassed state and flashed face. "Hello baby. Happy birthday" Beam abruptly stands up to catch the running boy towards him. Once he was inside Beam's embrace they hugged each other tight. He kissed the boy's cheeks while greeting him happy birthday. "Mama Bee. Wabwab" the boy mumbles as he buried his face in Beam's neck. "I love you too baby" Beam whispers that only Theo could hear. "Mith(missed) mith you mama" Theo continued to mumble.

"I have you, Becca. God, I have you." ​Before I could even process the impact, Enzo pulled his head back. His eyes were blazing, wild, and completely out of his control. He cupped my face with his large, trembling hands and slammed his lips directly onto mine. The kiss was desperate, passionate, and messy. He devoured my mouth as if he were trying to breathe life back into my lungs, his tongue forcing its way inside, claiming me with a terrifyingly possessive hunger. I froze, my mind spinning as the taste of him flooded my senses all over again.

She wants to pull away before she loses herself but she can’t seem to…In this minty moment, her senses have been seduced and she can no longer think straight. “Besora” he whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savour them. She smiles, her heart fluttering at his voice as she clasps her hands on either side of his face. Never before has her name ever felt so wonderful a one, she thinks, as she leans in for another… And the kiss got deeper and deeper when Bessie held his hair, roaming a hand around them, their tongues playing a game. Bessie was feeling overwhelmed as it was not her dream but real life. She was kissing the man of her dreams.

This conversation just escalated from zero to a million real quick! “Do something for me before I step back and let you destroy yourself, Amory”, he says as he pulls me up from where I’m seated on the bed so my body is flush with his. “What?” I ask him as he wraps his arms around me. “Beso me”, (kiss me) he says. I can’t say anything, I can’t even breathe. I just nod!

He heard her gasp at the changed sensation. “It is good?” Besafora crooned down at her lover, sitting back on Delwyn’s chest, her weight on her heels so as not to restrict the human’s breathing. She stroked Delwyn’s hair from her face tenderly. “Yes? Hmm? Thaelen was blessed by the goddess.” She eased from her lover and lay along her side, teasing Delwyn’s nipples with her fingers whilst she chased the taste of her cum on her lover’s tongue in a leisurely kiss.

I wheeze shocked by the suddenness of his actions. Fingers raise to sweep my hair away baring my unmarked neck to him. He ducks towards me to nuzzle into the surface of my sensitive neck surrendering a delicate ardent kiss as I gasp audibly grasping onto my dress for support. "Thank you." He remarks as he draws in my scent with a bodily necessity to submerse his lungs with the rawness of my essence. Phobos is thanking me for breakfast which I sense from his aura.

I greeted, my voice infused with warmth. "Morning, Mom!" our child said, excitement dancing in their eyes. Aron turned to me, his expression softening as he met my gaze. "Hey," he said, his voice a soft caress. I approached him, closing the distance between us. "Hey," I replied, a hint of playfulness in my tone. Leaning in, I pressed a tender kiss to his lips, a brief yet meaningful connection that spoke volumes of our bond—the moment lingered for a heartbeat, a stolen embrace that conveyed a world of emotions.

Beauty's lips parted slightly, her pulse quickening. Jessie smirked and crossed her fingers in anticipation. Unfortunately, Bruno paused abruptly, their noses almost touching. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her in a hug, pulling her close. Jessie pouted, disappointed, but not as much as Beauty. It wasn't a kiss, but it was definitely something! A hug-and she didn't request it this time. Beauty melted into the embrace, resting her head against his chest. He smelled so good. She smiled as she could hear the anxious rhythm of his heartbeat.