Kiss Of The Muse Novels & Stories

I gripped the sheet covering me tightly because I didn't want him to see that my n*pples had already pebbled. “What if I am?” he said, his voice dropping deeper. “Not just flirting, but I want to do other things with my muse, with your consent, of course.” He took a deep breath. “I can smell you, my muse. I can smell your arousal, and I am sure you're so wet for me right now…” I let out a soft moan at his words. My brain was screaming at me to walk away before it was too late, but my body wouldn't move because it craved the closeness. “Devin, I may be your muse, but my daughter is your wife.” His face soured at my words. “Whatever we want to do right now, it’s not right.”

A wave of disgust washed over me, and I retched. In the many years I had been with Shawn, he had never kissed me during our most intimate moments. He said he had germophobia, and I bought into it. The truth was that his lips were reserved for the love of his life. Picking up on the noise, the pair in the bedroom looked over. They were the ones having a rendezvous. Yet, I took cover without a second thought. I shuddered from the cold and prayed that Casey would leave soon. I waited an hour, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

Finally, she whispered, “Yes…yes, Ares. We…we should do it. Now. Soon. I…yes.” Ares leaned in without hesitation, capturing her lips in a kiss that was fierce and tender all at once. The warmth of the kiss, the intensity of his hands holding her close, seemed to fuse the shattered pieces of the morning into something whole. Tessa clung to him as if letting go would undo the fragile security of the moment.

He squeezed possessively. Lila tilted her face upward. Marcus smiled down at her, his eyes dark with lust, and leaned in. Their lips met in a soft kiss that quickly turned hungry. She felt tiny and protected in his powerful arms as their tongues danced, tasting each other deeply. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest. The kiss grew urgent, wet, and desperate. Soft whimpers escaped her throat as she pressed her full breasts against him, her hard nipples dragging across his skin.

he murmured, his fingers grazing her cheek in a gentle caress. Melissa's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as she felt herself being drawn further into his orbit. The world around them seemed to fade as Axel's presence filled her senses, his proximity igniting a fire she had long kept suppressed. As the music swelled, he extended a hand toward her, a silent invitation that held the promise of an uncharted journey.

she whispered, barely audible. “This.” Kayla leaned in, her breath warm against Susan’s mouth, smelling of mint and something intoxicatingly feminine. Her lips, soft and full, pressed against Susan’s, a tentative exploration at first. Susan’s eyes fluttered shut, a silent surrender. Kayla’s kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, her tongue tracing the seam of Susan’s lips. Susan’s mouth parted on a soft moan, inviting the intrusion. Kayla’s tongue slipped inside.

he murmured, voice low and hypnotic. The words washed over her like a song, blurring at the edges. Before she could fully process them, his lips claimed hers. It was not rough, not violent it was possessive. Wild. Magnetic. Her breath caught in her throat as his kiss deepened. Her arms rose as though under a spell, wrapping around him. She gave in without resistance, her body surrendering in an unspoken invitation. The door creaked open three hours, Richard, Kale’s assistant, stepped inside. His eyes widened in disbelief.

Beauty’s heart pounded as she felt the warmth of his hand trailing down her neck, igniting sparks with every subtle caress. Their kiss began softly, a delicate meeting of lips that quickly deepened into a passionate embrace. Mason’s hand slid along Beauty’s waist, drawing her closer until there was nothing left between them but the intimacy of skin and shared breath. The kiss was a silent language, one that spoke of years of love and trust, yet also hinted at a newfound daring—a sense of secrecy that thrilled them both. Every brush of their lips was like a spark, igniting flames that had been patiently waiting to burn.

Closing her eyes, she parted her lips slightly, brushing them against his. Maxwell gasped as Melissa's lips met his, sending shivers down his spine. The kiss started off gentle, but quickly turned into something more passionate as their tongues intertwined, desperate for each other. Melissa's hands roamed over Maxwell's body, tracing the curves of his muscles beneath his shirt.

She asked. "Well, I was fully aware of the nature of the museum but I don't think I realized what exactly I was going to be surrounded by. An interactive exhibit, reminiscent of a sex club, definitely wasn't what I had in mind when thinking of the different sections that made up this place," I explained as my eyes focused on one of the marble sculptures near the French doors. Antonio Canova's Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss—a sculpture that represented love and desire conquering all.