First Kiss Marriage Novels & Stories

As I reach him, his mouth lowers to my ear. “I thought you were Katy. For a second, my heart stopped. The dress looks perfect.” He kisses me gently. Standing at the altar, we say our vows, exchange rings and have our first kiss as a married couple. All I want to do is get out of here and ask if he is okay, have him to myself and shut us off from the world, and beg him never to go again. We leave together in the car to the reception. I look at his face, my hand caressing it, as the car drives us there.

His conviction was evident, and my heart swelled with love and joy. The exchange of rings followed, as someone gracefully handed them to us, and we gently slid the bands onto each other's fingers. With a warm smile, the officiant declared, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." As those words echoed in the air, the crowd erupted into a symphony of claps and cheers, celebrating the joyous occasion. Ryder drew me closer, his hand tenderly cupping the nape of my neck, while the other arm wrapped around my slender waist. The first kiss as husband and wife was both gentle and passionate, an affectionate expression of our love for each other. The world seemed to fade away,

My jaw drops, and I shake my head in disbelief. “You could’ve stopped, but no—you turned it into a full-on make-out session. And now you’re suddenly married?” I can’t believe this is happening. I made a mistake—a huge one. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I should never have made the first move. Hell, I’ve never made the first move, especially not with a married man. Now I just look like a whore. “Why are you acting like you didn’t know I was married when you made the first move to kiss me?” he asks, and I groan in frustration.

While her mind was tangled in confusion, he suddenly lowered his head and captured her lips with his own. Her eyes flew wide open, her entire frame freezing, as the crisp, clean scent unique to the teenage boy rushed to her senses. It tasted faintly of a cool mint lozenge. In that moment, every single memory, trauma, and fragment of affection from both timelines flashed through her mind in a chaotic, repeating loop under his careful touch. Was this their real first kiss? In their five years of marriage, he had never kissed her so gently. The few times it happened, he had been inexplicably angry and met with her fierce resistance.

, I whispered, and he blinked blankly at me, looking at me like I just cursed in church, like I've lost my mind or something whilst Damon's eyebrow raised at my question “No. You can’t”, the priest voice was quiet but firm. “This is a beautiful way to seal the promises you just made to each other, with a kiss”, he whispered back, and I felt like dying, my insides were turning in despair. Damon cupped my face, I could see the discomfort on his face before he leaned and pressed his lips on the side of my lips. The kiss was quick and short. Not at all how I imagined my first marital kiss but, who the hell is complaining?

His heart is beating faster than usual, “I’m so nervous around you, though it doesn’t show, but I am” He pulls me closer to him and cups my cheek, “can I?” He asks as he looks deeply into my eyes. I slowly nod my head, giving him permission to kiss me, his lips land on mine and I feel the love that he’s unable to express in words. “You know, I’ve never kissed anyone before, so you’re my first kiss” he chuckles after he releases me. “Really?” I ask, he nods, “I was waiting for marriage” He intertwines our fingers and leads me to the table, “I don’t know about you but I’m starving”. I chuckle, “that’s a first, I’m usually the hungry one”.

Like they were made just for me. "You may now kiss the bride," the officiant says. Jaden doesn't wait to be told twice. He grabs me by my waist and connects our lips. It's our first kiss, and it is deep but it doesn't feel passionate but more like a punishment. I let my tears fall as the kiss seals my fate. When he pulls away, he gives me a look that I cannot decipher. I am really married to a man I don't know. I move a step away from him. What the hell have I done?

I said and kissed his finger with my faith. "We’re husband and wife," Axel said, shaking hands with his excited voice. "We are husband and wife," I said, looking at him. Axel drew me to himself and kissed me, turned me around, and made me do a casquè, putting his hands on my back while he continued to kiss me gently, rubbing his tongue against mine, and I held his face with both hands. I felt the people around us cheering and giving us a round of applause as he and I kissed as if it was the first time, and in a way, it was, it was the first time of many. Of our life together.

They weren’t together; at least officially so, but Tobias knew that was the perfect go ahead for him and with the setting of their date tonight, he knew it would be the perfect place to ask her out. Thinking this, his chest swelled with joy and happiness, something that he had never experienced until now. But them again, Amara was turning out to be the first of many of his experiences and believe it or not- not even Amara knew- she, had been his first kiss. As handsome and popular as Tobias had been in high school and college and even with Celestine with him, Tobias’s lips had never kissed another. That was until three nights after his wedding with Amara, the very first time they had sex as

"Even if it's the slightest thing hideable, you'll be my secret keeper." "You'll be my first and last priority." "I'll never let go of your hand, till death do us apart." A loud applause roared from the crowd, Laura and Marianne cheering each other. It was supposed to be a happy moment after the vows but the marriage was a loveless one. Khalid reached for his pen, his fingers brushed the edge of the certificate, hesitating before he signed on it. He handed it to Jemima who snatched it from him, she signed on it as well.