Kiss Of The Muse Novels & Stories

He put his palm on the wall as he moved closer to me and caged me in his strong arms, leaving me no space to escape. “Serena!” he spoke, bringing his lips close to my ear. Everything of his was intimidating including his hoarse voice. After all, he was the devil himself. “Hayden…” I couldn’t take proper breath as his fingers started to stroke my cheek. He clenched his jaw as he brought his finger close to my lips and his eyes darkened. The next thing he said scared me to the core. “I don’t understand if I should kiss you or kill you.” Though I was sure I wouldn’t die in his hands, I could not stop shivering. I looked into his tear-filled eyes which were gleaming with millions of emotions. He

I gave him a serene, quiet smile. “I’ll see you to your chambers?” he asked softly, his hand brushing against the doorframe. I nodded. “Yes,” I murmured. Then, on instinct, I leaned forward and pressed my lips lightly to his. A soft, deliberate kiss—one that promised interest and connection without revealing the thoughts I kept hidden. Kael froze, dark eyes widening. I pulled back slightly, letting the kiss linger in his memory. His hand rose to his lips, brushing over them, as though confirming what had just happened.

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

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

I mumbled. “What's a kissing spell?” he sounded curious. “Oh, that?” I laughed faintly, “Just a family curse… In short, I kissed you. Now, if you don't kiss me back before my 30th birthday, I will die… or I can give up on my magic…” I chuckled and looked at him. He became serious. He moved closer to me. “Is that all? All I have to do is kiss you?” he slowly leaned over me. “N-no…” I gulped seeing his face inches away from mine, “You… would have to feel something towards me… The kiss should carry equally intense emotions… as the ones I felt when I gave you mine…”

"I chose you. Both of you. That was always the choice." Dimitri was reloading. Moving toward them to finish what he'd started. Katerina intercepted him. The fight that erupted was the most beautiful and brutal thing Lena had ever witnessed. Teacher and student. Master and weapon. They moved through the cathedral like dancers performing something sacred and violent. "You made me into this," Katerina said between strikes. Her voice was breaking. "You broke me and rebuilt me and told me it was love." Dimitri smiled even as blood ran down his face from a cut Katerina had opened above his eye. "I did give you everything."

She drew her warmth up against my body and melted as we consumed each other in the kiss. As I set out to explore the world with Kalmia as my partner, fade everything away from all around us. Two hearts, beating in it and against each other, burning hotter and hotter on the way. My luck, however, it would seem, could stretch to confines that nothing could imagine, finding myself with Kalmia, drawn and comforted against me, lips drifting into a momentous kiss. The lavender-musk scent was intoxicating. Harder with each passing second, the iS myself muziek act.

he said, letting out a deep sigh. Cosimo pushed his pants down and his hard cock sprung up, throbbing with desire. He rubbed my clit with its head while we kissed fiercely. I unbuttoned his shirt as I rocked my pelvis back and forth to the rhythm of the music, enjoying the tease. I have never imagined an instrumental composition would turn my blood into hot lava, but it did. Cosimo got rid of his vest but kept his shirt on. Seeing his lean torso and touching his round chest muscles aroused me even more.

she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of nerves and desire. Kael didn't wait another second. He pulled her back in, his grip on her waist tightening as his fingers sank into the softness of her hips. He captured her lips again, but this time, he slowed down, savoring her. He sucked on her lower lip, gently biting it just enough to make her gasp, before his tongue swept inside to claim her. The kiss was deep, wet, and intoxicating, filled with a raw need that made Morvienne's knees buckle.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.