Kiss Of The Muse Novels & Stories

I countered back. Chion drew closer, and despite me standing on the bed, he was still taller than I was. “You have no idea. No fucking idea, Little Muse, what you’ve gotten yourself into.” I was a second from saying another word when his mouth crushed into mine in the most fierce, vicious and punishing kind of kiss. One that made sure to remind me of the danger I got myself into.

Because the man who was kissing her was Rasmus Colt. Her silent muse. His tongue darted out as he licked the seam of her swollen lips. His eyes were dead set on her brown ones, keeping her enthralled. "Open your mouth for me," he rasped and that thick gravelly voice sent tingles down to her core, she involuntarily squeezed her thighs together and parted her lips like an innocent submissive kitten.

He whispered something, but she couldn’t hear it—her mind went blank as the warmth of his lips spread over hers. His lips moved gently at first, and soon she began to respond, her pace slowly matching his. Heat rose within her as her hands gripped his white shirt, her eyes half-closed, lost in a feeling she had never experienced before. As soon as Icarus pulled away, Isaias captured her lips without hesitation. His kiss was intense—unlike Icarus’s soft and comforting one, it carried a sense of dominance. While Isaias held her in the kiss, Icarus pressed a lingering kiss against her neck, making Amethysta shiver under their touch.

This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life. Gabe gently pulled away, just long enough to look at me with those glowing green eyes. Then he leaned in again. Our lips parted this time and the kiss became more passionate, with our tongues delicately dancing. My hands drifted up his back. I could feel the definition of his muscles, even over his shirt, and it turned me on even more. I wanted to feel his naked skin, his firm body, all of him and all at once. This is what I've wanted for so long, I thought. And I want so much more.

Her grey eyes stared deep into Lalisa's, a captivating and binding gaze, before her lips crushed down, heavy and demanding, a kiss that declared power and was the beginning of everything. While Kieran was possessing Lalisa’s lips, Kline, the artist of touch, began her work from the right side. Her soft lips and tongue started at the crook of Lalisa’s neck, sucking and nibbling gently until a long trail of red love bites appeared, before moving down to her full breasts. Her gentle but hot palms squeezed and caressed Lalisa’s chest, while her lips took possession of one nipple, sucking deeply and skillfully.

I lowered over her and licked the salty liquid, “It’s okay, baby…you’ll get used to it.” When another tear rolled out, I asked, “Do you want me to pull out?” She shook her head quickly, “No…please…I want you to keep going.” I caught her lips in a deep kiss before murmuring, “That’s my Little Muse right there.” I gave her a few more moments to adjust to my length and thickness before I grabbed her knees and started pushing in and out of her…slow at first before increasing my pace into a rhythm her body responded to the most.

"Aradaa. You’re shivering." "I’m fine." I tried to pull away from Kaelor’s grip. I wasn't fine. The fire in my chest was licking at my ribs. Every breath felt like inhaling ground glass. "The Muse... it’s not settling." "Because you're trying to hold it in." Lucian was closer now. I heard the rustle of his silk robes. "You're treating it like a curse. But it’s a language. You just don't know the alphabet yet."

she mumbles, looking down at her feet. I can tell that’s hard for her to admit. I reach up to caress the side of her face, stroking her cheek with my thumb. Instead of pushing me away, she leans in to my touch. Unable to resist the magnetic pull between us, I brush my lips against hers. She shivers in response, moving her body closer to mine. As the space between us closes, desire takes over and suddenly I’m pinning her against the wall, sucking and licking her lips that are sweetened with strawberry lip-gloss. Her fingers tangle in my hair as I lift her up so she can wrap her legs around my waist. My tongue slides into her mouth, making her moan loudly.

Gizella: “ Hmm, then it must be a very beautiful story! Lissa: “ Too beautiful! I read something about her that said she also sculpted and drew! Some paintings and sculptures in the museum were made by her! Gizella: “ But how did they find the paintings, after so long? Lissa: “ Ah, they found it inside a silver safe! Gizella: “ So you make me curious! Lissa: “ There is also an object in the museum, called a stone rose! They said that the stone rose only opened with a love stronger than anything, that universe and much more! Gizella smiled. Lissa: “ We have to go there one day! Gizella nodded. Lissa: “ Hmmm.. Gizella: “ What? Lissa: “ I saw an atmosphere between you and Bernardo! What's betwe

They say in unison and scribble on notepads. “Musu, why don’t we start with your research to give everyone a primer?” I nod as she opens her laptop. “Arrow, if there are any details that Musu may have missed or has gotten wrong, please let us know. She’s only able to go by the resources available to us.” When I try to sit, Saint pulls me onto his lap instead. “I’ll behave.” He whispers. “I just want you close.” Musu summarizes everything she has learned about the Goddess of Love, earning nods of approval from Arrow and Sy. He occasionally stops and corrects minor details or adds additional information, but mostly listens carefully with a satisfied expression.