Goddess Kiss Novels & Stories

It gave me the courage that he wasn’t going to reject me in front of all the people. I lifted his chin to make him look at my face instead of my breasts, no matter the fact his nose was almost touching my bra, barely covered with the transparent dress. Then I slowly traced his lower lip with my tongue, and his erection twitched under me. A wicket smile appeared on me before I allowed our mouths to join in an intense kiss.

, she said, “You shouldn’t have mentioned that name goddess.”, Olivia said calmly, looking at the young girl who had just turned into her. “You hate me that much?”, the goddess said, as Olivia Emma, moved closer to the goddess. “You know how many corpses I’ve had to bury because of you , so called goddess.”, she yelled this time, her claws shaping it out had been a long while, since she had used them, and this goddess who looked like her exact replica, “I do not understand, you wanted them dead didn’t you?”, the goddess added, “I’ll only grant your wishes Olivia, I shall not do more or any less than that.”.

I imagine an emotion and force it out and watch as the room transforms itself to fit. “The Goddess will have dinner with you today, are you willing?’ “No,” I say my mood darkening at the mention of her name and the room morpheme to fit it. “Natalie…” “No, Venta. I am not in the mood to see her.” Meeting the Moon Goddess in person was a trip. She was stunning. Glowing really. And wonderful. She had introduced me to the other deities, who had all welcomed me with open arms. Training was going well.

He said with a smile and pressed his lips into hers, she felt bubbling sparks all over her body. She savored a sour but yet sweet taste on his lips, the kiss only lasted a few seconds but it felt like an eternity. "Are those strawberries?" She asked while blinking her eyes in surprise and he smirked. "I got a bunch from the human world, when we went on scouting." She giggled with excitement. "You know that, they are an aphrodisiacs........So, does it turn you on?" it was a soft whisper that made her aroused down there. His manly statue and his scent of vertiver, It made him alluring to Atarah.

“uhhhhhh. Uhm” Cercei stands there frozen, her mind scrambled as she stares up at the guy that just kissed her. She’s kissed a guy twice and she doesn’t even know his name or who he is. He just looks at her briefly and his attention goes back to whatever caught his attention behind her before the kiss.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses. Dean's hands flew all over me, touching me in places I hadn't been touched in quite a while. I felt the lust coursing through his body as he tugged at my shirt, and I wanted more. I wanted it so badly that I found myself jumping up and wrapping my legs around him before he even had the chance to remove my shirt. His hands grabbed me around the waist and held me up as we passionately kissed each other. My fingers went to the bottom of his ripped t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

am sure such a quest should not be a big deal. THE VISITATION The two friends embarked on a journey down to the river of the sea goddess, a shrine well respected by all, and also feared by people that are not good. As much as the goddess can be nice and good to many, she will also be ruthless towards any perpetrator of evil. But it was not the first time Awoditi has visited this shrine, it has always been a frequent place of visitation for him, so he had nothing whatsoever to fear. But for Malaika he wasn't sure of the fate, but as it is, they must go there, before the finding can be made. Now they stood far from the river, Awoditi had never seen his friend in such a state, he looked so sc

“Angry at Mason. Angry at Camilla. Angry at anyone who tried to erase you. But not at you. Never at you.” Her hands trembled as she reached for me, and I let her, though every touch sent a jolt through me, a reminder that intimacy would not come easy, that my body and mind were still reconciling the reality of what she had endured. Her fingers brushed mine, tentative, searching for a lifeline, and I gave her mine in return. Not fully, not yet, but enough to remind her she was not alone. “Then… then kiss me,” she whispered, voice fragile but insistent. “For every bruise… every scar… every moment you couldn’t protect me.”