Goddess Kiss Novels & Stories

"I am done hiding. We're done hiding." She gently took my hand and spun me like a dancer, facing her. "We are? I wasn't aware that we were hiding." "From the world no." she sweetly replied. "From certain people.... yes. However, it matters not." She firmly held my hand in hers and that's when I felt the sensation that she emanated. She pulled me into her, and I fell into her as we passionately kissed each other, and it was in that moment, in that kiss that I knew why she was the Goddess of Love, along with the Goddess of Sex. This was her power. This was how she got people to like her, through means like this, yet I wasn't forced.

Karila deepened the kiss, feeling herself melt, she wanted to cry on his lips but she would hate herself to make Lauren's lips so sweet, something salty by her tears. Hands intertwined at some point while holding their wine glasses, their legs close together, feet on the ground could not feel the silent vibration of the black serpent, before so enraged, now it crawled slowly without making any sound, the lustrous black luster conflicting thrusting itself forward. under the wooden bench he was on, and slowly his search for threats froze when he felt the peppery perfume, he recognized in his most refined animal instincts, she was the Goddess of forgiveness among mortals, she healed the honest

Goddess, she was beautiful. My eyes drank her in: the sculpted lines of her collarbones, the soft rise of her breasts, the faint shimmer of power beneath her skin like starlight trapped beneath the surface. I touched her cheek first, tracing down the bridge of her nose. “So delicate,” I whispered. “So strong.” Her lips parted, breath trembling, and I kissed them—slow, reverent, tasting her, the warmth, the sweetness, the faint hum of the bond thrumming through her veins. “These lips,” I said against her mouth, “they’ve spoken words that saved me. I could live a lifetime just kissing them.”

The woman asks. Rex nods. She kisses our nose and I feel it. She smiles as she backs away. “Be diligent and purposeful. I have tried to fix him, but he has turned his back on me. Time I did the same to him. You know what to do, Stone and Rex. Do it well.” She disappears in front of us. That thirteen of us have been kissed by the goddess.

Now and always. We came back down to the stage, our feet landing at the same time. I turned to Gunner, completely elated at the thought that the Goddess approved of him using her power. I launched into his arms, crashing my lips to his and kissing him deeply. He lifted my legs to wrap around his waist and held me by my thighs. I ravaged his mouth, my tongue exploring the deepest parts of him. Hungry and desperate to feel any part of him pressed against me.

Still, perma-ice and diamond were notorious for being unyielding. {Creation is sometimes a painful process,} Sasha remembered his father telling him, {like in the moment your mother gave birth to you. But we blue Slayers have made it our life’s mission to create order out of disorder. Both the act and product of creation are, beyond the shadow of a doubt, miracles.} Speaking of, Kali, the goddess of war and destruction, was also a mother. She was a fierce warrior who first had to destroy before she could build. {Dragonkist…}

he whispered, his warm minty breath fanning my face. Keeping my eyes closed, I leaned in for a quick kiss. “I love you, too, my Alpha.” Cheers and howls erupted from all over us. I hadn’t noticed the chanting had stopped. “Look,” he said, pointing to his chest. The moonflower was still there, but this time, smaller. And from its core, it looked like a wolf’s head emerging. “The Goddess has given us Her blessing.” I looked down on my chest, embarrassed at the erect nips, and saw the same.

"Never doubt that I will choose you in the first place.” “But your former response...” My tongue savoured her depth as we locked lips, stopping her from speaking, and I brought her closer into my arms. Although I may be conceited, was I really that horrible that the moon goddess decided to punish me in this manner? My partner is a slave? Whatever happened to this pretty damsel? One thing is for sure: I will never accept that unfortunate fate. Without a doubt, I'll rewrite my star. She crushed her body against mine and appeared to sense my distance as she depended on the kiss, desiring my possessive touch so that I would drink of her portion and quench her thirst.

She glared, “Or what?” “You really want to know?” Alastor laughed then, a dry sharp sound that made the dark shadows gathering at her feet to waver for a moment, “…I think I will just kiss you for it–kiss you over and over until you couldn't think of any man or woman ever again.” Just as he uttered those words, lightning struck, somewhere nearby. The goddess flinched at the sudden sound, shoulders tensing, her gaze darting upwards–there was a bit of fear in her eyes now.

Goddammit, what she did to me. I kissed her like I was dying, kissed her like today was the last day of my life. Fucking her there as I teased her slit with the tip of my dick, her nails dug into my scalp. She scraped down, dragging nerve endings to life, and I grunted into her mouth, the grunt morphing into a groan as she dipped her teeth into my bottom lip. The prick of her teeth, the drag of her nails, it felt phenomenal. Made me feel fucking alive.