First Kiss Marriage Novels & Stories

I leaned closer, my voice a whisper only she could hear. “Congratulations, Mrs Volkov,” I murmured. “You wanted to play pretend? Let’s make it real.” And as the chaos swelled around us, I kissed her. Not gently. Not tenderly. But with deliberate, calculated pressure — sealing a lie so perfect even God might hesitate to judge it. Because in that kiss, I tasted her shudder. And in mine, I gave her a promise. This was no marriage. The crowd could pray all they wanted, but no divine or artificial power aside from mine was invited to this union. This was war.

“From the moment I met you, I knew my life would never be the same. I promise to stand by your side through every joy and every challenge. You are my heart, my strength, and my forever, and I vow to love you fiercely, unconditionally, and endlessly.” Marius gently wipes my tears with his thumb, and I do the same with his tears. Then the finality of the ceremony arrives, the officiant declares. "I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The guests erupt in cheers as Marius leans in and kisses me - our first kiss as a legally married couple, and it feels like pure magic.

Even the priest smiled, the kiss wasn’t part of the process but some couples wouldn’t miss it for the world. Kade grunted and moved closer to me as he removed my veil. I couldn’t look him in the eye because I felt that he was somehow forced to do this, some women giggled when Kade tilted my chin with his finger so that I would look at him. My heart started beating a little too much when I did look at him but he quickly sealed the deal and kissed my lips softly, lingering a little before he broke the kiss. It was just one kiss but I still couldn’t stop my cheeks from turning red. Thankfully I had blush on, anyone would suspect it was make-up. Kade tucked out his elbow to me and I slipped my h

“Your scent is so sweet, Kath… how about down there?” My cheeks flushed red. “You pervert!” I shouted. He lightly pushed me back against the seat, then slowly leaned in closer. I closed my eyes the moment his lips touched mine. He kissed me passionately. I thought it was just going to be a simple kiss and he’d stop, but I was wrong. The kiss deepened, and his hands began to roam over my body. My heart raced to the max. I didn’t know what to do, this was all new to me. He was my first kiss. “Kiss me back, my wife. This isn’t a sin, we’re married.”

We stood in the middle of the room for a long second two idiots in linen shirts and shorts, rings glinting under the lights, staring at each other like we’d never seen each other before, like the word *husband* was still too new, too precious to trust completely. “Married,” I said again. Because saying it still felt like stealing something sacred. He stepped closer. Cupped my face with both hands now no sling, no tape, no hesitation just warm callused palms framing my cheeks, thumbs brushing the corners of my mouth. “Married.” Then he kissed me. Not the careful wedding kiss in front of family, restrained and polite for the photos. Not the quick one under the arbor when the officiant said we

I felt tears well up in my eyes as I uttered a capital YES. I stretched out my hand and slipped the ring in my finger and kissed my hand before he let, he squeezed it in his hand and rose to kiss me. My lips welcomed his, first, mild and playful, and boom, we went deep and sensual. It was then that the claps and cheers erupted from outside. Some people might have been watching from outside—people I haven’t seen. “Our marriage will happen in three days’ time,” he whispered to me as he broke the kiss, “I want it simple, but you know, with my people around, it’ll never be a simple one. it’ll be the hottest in town.”

She wanted to skip the moment when the judge announced that they could seal their vows with a kiss. She placed her hand on her husband’s chest as he pulled her closer by the waist. She closed her eyes when his lips pressed against hers. There was something different about their kiss. Maybe it was because it was her first. It was a quick kiss, but it felt long. She felt like his lips had lingered on hers. Applause surrounded them afterwards. She looked shyly at the guests. BK, on the other hand, was grinning widely. She couldn’t move away when BK leaned closer to her ear and whispered, “Welcome to married life, Daphne Sevilla Frost Hernandez.”

I try to ask him but my answer is given by him in most shocking way. He smashes his rough lips over mine, initially kissing me passionately to express his desires in actions. It fluttered something in my heart. It was my first kiss which my husband stole with a surprise. The man who vowed to never let me come close to him is now pressing his body impossibly close to mine and I find myself clenching my throbbing core as tightly as possible.

Her eldest aunt smiles as she hugs Juhee and kisses her on the cheek. She doesn't stop just there, but continues to speak ahead. “It's a pity that I wasn't able to attend your wedding. No! Wait...wait, you guys haven't held your wedding yet, right? We don't want to congratulate you just yet then. It's true that you are married in the papers, but I want to see you get a proper wedding like a real queen and king.” Says the eldest aunt. The marriage is just on paper, but it's important to hold a proper wedding and let the world know about it. But Jacob and Juhee don't want this.

As much as I had planned to kick him in the groin or dodge him in my mind before the marriage ceremony, all of it was feeling useless as now not only were all the peoples gaze focused on us, to my bad luck this bastard of a husband 'of mine' wasn't doing any mercy on me either. This would be considered as my first kiss in my right consciousness, if we don't count the sexy mishap that had happened with me last night in my very own bachelorette party. I had my eyes closed tightly, breathing heavily, waiting to feel the pair of lips on my own when I felt the said pair of soft lips on myself.