Heaven's Official Blessing Kiss นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The words echoed like bells. The crowd erupted, a wave of applause and exclamations rolling through the chamber. Cameras flashed, searing bursts of light across marble and silk. The priest’s blessing rose above the noise, but it was Damian’s movement that captured Isabella’s entire being. He pulled her close, not with hesitation but with certainty, and his lips descended onto hers. The kiss was fierce, unrelenting. Not ceremony, not performance. A claim. A promise. A vow more binding than any words could offer. Her knees weakened beneath the force of it, yet she clung to him, surrendering to the storm.

She tied the string around my wrist first as was customary before I took her hand and tied it around hers as well. Once we were done, the audience clapped. “Bless the moon goddess!” The priest cheered. “I now pronounce you Alpha and Luna of the Silver River pack. You may now kiss the bride.” I leaned in,with the image of the red haired slave girl plastered at the back of my mind. Her lips were caught in mind and they felt better than any other female I had ever kissed in my entire existence. I latched on to it, hoping to get to the heights of warmth.

Ara slipped the band on his bandaid finger. "And now, by the power vested in me, I declare you man and wife. You may kiss the bride," the cleric announced. Killian moved forward, closing the unwanted distance between them. He let go of her hands to cup her face. She looked up to meet with his glowing eyes as he lowered his face to meet with her addicting lips. Their eyes fell close when their lips touched. This kiss was different. It was sacred. Pure like her. It was between a man and his wife. His wife. The realization filled him with an uplifting elation. Killian deepened the kiss. She was a blessing.

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

" I took a deep breath when I noticed that his face was only a few inches away from mine. I feel like my heart has gone crazy. There seemed to be butterflies flying inside my chest at those moments. "Our Father who art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name. We all praise thee. Get rid of the evil spirit that possessed this man." I closed my eyes. I held my breath and waited for ‘it’ to happen. But the kiss I expected from Kier was just a pat on my forehead. When I opened my eyes I saw his face smiling and grinning. "Funny. What were you thinking?" Laughing, he left me and sat on the side of the bed.

No, this is heaven, I decided, losing the rest of my thoughts to his gentle lips and tongue. I sighed with contentment when he pulled away. His kisses were magical. He grinned at me. “You ready?” I nodded. “Yup.” “First, we'll go to our knees,” he explained. “Find the sweet spot, where the balance is best.” “That's what she said,” I quipped. Bastian burst out laughing, stopping in his demonstration and nearly falling into the water. “Just get up on your knees,” he told me, splashing water at me with his hands.

I respond, and under the moon, the beautiful stars, and under the beautiful heaven, we seal our vows with a beautiful kiss. Hello, tomorrow? Are you ready for this? We are gonna shake up the world with the news! Yay! I can't wait!

And in that sacred moment, as the stars shimmered above, their lips met in a tender kiss—a kiss that spoke of a thousand lifetimes and a love that defied the constraints of time. In that kiss, they found a respite from the world, a sanctuary where their souls merged and danced in perfect harmony. It was a moment of surrender—a surrender to the unyielding passion that had guided their journey, a surrender to the realization that their love was a force that could move mountains and heal wounds.

Some heads were bowed for a minute of silence as we prayed to which ever God we worshipped, pleading for a victory. My head tilted backwards, and I let out a powerful howl, one that was responded to by a raging sea of supernaturals. I cupped her face and pressed a reverent and gentle kiss to her lips. It was one of promise and much more powerful than one fueled by lust. This one was fueled by the unshakable love that we shared for one another. “We’ve got this, love,” I promised her. “That we do, habibi.”

I gasped and pointed, my heart skipping a beat. “Enzo, look! A shooting star!” Enzo turned to me, a tender smile on his lips. He took my hand and kissed my fingers, then leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “It seems like the Moon Goddess is listening,” he whispered into my ear. “And now, let’s seal that wish with a kiss, shall we?” Our lips met, and Enzo pulled me close, dipping me low beneath the night sky. And in that moment, I felt as though the Moon Goddess really was smiling down at us, watching and promising to grant our wish.