Kiss Of The Muse Novels & Stories

I just took. I expected her to fight me. I expected her to hit my wounded arm. I expected her to yell but she did not. She stood there stiff for only one second. Then she melted into the kiss. She let me in, sbe closed her eyes. I felt her hand come up and rest on my chest. It was a small hand. I heard a small sound come from her throat, It was a good sound. I kissed her harder. I pushed all my anger and all my loneliness into the kiss. She was tasting good, she was tasting like water and fire at the same time. I wanted to never stop, i wanted to pick her up and take her away and keep her.

Diana's POV I don’t know what exactly I did in my past life to deserve this level of humiliation, but here I am—being forced to have breakfast with this man, this walking definition of arrogance, and his daughter, who funnily enough is the only person at this table who isn’t a problem. No, the real issue is the woman sitting opposite me. Another female in his life. His girlfriend? Lover? Personal entertainment? I don’t know—she looks too at home, too settled, like someone who knows her seat at this table won’t ever be taken from her.

Our destination was a nearby club, where the music pounded through the walls and the promise of distraction awaited. Upon entering the club, the booming bass and flashing lights enveloped us in a sensory whirlwind. James promptly took charge and ordered two bottles of alcohol, expertly pouring them into sleek glass cups. The liquid shimmered like liquid gold, offering a temporary reprieve from the world outside. I downed the first cup with a practiced ease, the burn of alcohol providing a welcome distraction. The second cup followed suit, but just as I contemplated the allure of a third, a voice, loud and slightly incoherent, cut through the musical symphony. "I wanna fly," echoed through th

“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.”

she confessed while wrapping her hands around his neck. "Does this muse, have a name?" Jace asked arching his brows at her. "Umm depends on who is asking." "Let's just say, a curious jealous patron." Kiera's lips pulled back in a knowing smile. "Let's just say, the one I kiss is my muse." "Oh, someone is really out to make me jealous," Jace said and gently placed the guitar beside him. He wrapped his hands around her waist, parted his legs and pulled her body closer to him.

Worship disguised as possession. When he finally kissed her, it wasn’t tender. It was desperate. His mouth crashed against hers, tasting of rain and grief. Kimberly’s hands found his hair, tugging, grounding herself in the heat of him. The kiss deepened, grew hungrier, their breaths tangled and uneven, as though the air itself had turned to fire. Kovoc’s hand slid to her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between their hearts or the things they’d buried.

He looked more of a guard, but he had the charming smile that stole a bit of my breath when he threw open the car door for me and Laura, and while I hopped into the car without saying a word to him. Laura, the whore of a friend, touched his chest seductively and gave him a sensuous wink, before hopping in and sitting next to me. “Why?”. I posed, as though I had not known that Laura was capable of luring any man to bed without letting him think twice. “The night is sensuous. Can’t you feel it?”. She said and touched my long nose, then she turned to the chauffeur. “Hot man, get the music”. The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long

Hope fell as he saw something in my expression that disappointed him. “Forget it,” he mumbled, releasing me and looking away. His shoulders hunched and he moved to leave, but I wasn't about to let him get away that easily. He couldn't kiss me like that and just run away without an explanation. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me. He frowned, his brown eyes filling with heartbreak. I looked deeper, trying to understand what was going on. Passion and something sweet burned deep within their coffee and caramel swirls. The black of his pupils threatened to suck me into their depths and made my heart melt and core heat. His kiss had awakened a deep need, and my body was responding

Their conversation flowed like a symphony, their souls intertwining in a harmonious dance. Lost in the throes of passion in his embrace, she whispered, "Kiss me, Sonu, and let's make this moment last forever." Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, sealing their commitment and igniting a fire that would burn brightly throughout their journey. "Kiss me here, Sonu." Maria gestured at her cleavage; her voice filled with desire. Sonu's eyes widened as he leaned in, bringing his face into the valley between her breasts and kissing her flesh with a passionate touch. As they pressed closer together, Maria gasped, whispering, "Oh, Sonu, make me yours completely."

she confessed in a soft whisper, before succumbing to the intense passion that engulfed them both Their lips collided in a fervent kiss, tongues intertwining in that familiar dance that never failed to ignite Marissa's desire. His skilled tongue delved into her mouth, igniting a fire within Marissa that threatened to consume them both. She marveled at his ability to evoke such a strong response with just a kiss, as if he possessed the power to unlock every secret desire within her.