Novel & Cerita Kiss Of The Muse

“I really wanna hear a poet come.” I clenched the pillow in my fists. “Come on, love! Come for me in your verses! Cry for me in your love sonnets! Scream my name in your erotic philosophies! Show me your naked poetry and just see how possessively obsessed a muse can get with their poet.” “Oh goddess! Yes!” “You can do better, love. I know your potential.” “Ah! What do you want me to do, then? Uh! Damn it! Kian!” “How about…” he grabbed my wrist. His wild thrusts showed now mercy as the tension knit and tightened around my hips. Kissing my every finger, he held my gaze.

“You’re my muse, Taryn.” His kisses grow more demanding, his hands roaming over my body, caressing me, teasing my pussy in tandem with his mouth and tongue. They slide up my stomach to my breasts, taking them in his palms and tugging at my nipples. I moan, pleasure overtaking me with each roll of my hips, filling me to the brim, as warm as melted, molten chocolate. My soul sings with each of his kisses, my eyes closing so I can focus on his touch and our bond.

I tried to assure him. He pulled himself out of the hug, cupped my cheeks, and asked looking into my eyes “Serena if this is the last moment we have, what do you want to do?” “But this is not the last moment…” “I want to kiss you.” He cut me off. “Can I do it?” he licked his lips while keeping his gaze on mine. The way he said ‘Kiss' was enough to make any girl submit to him. I could not say I was an exception as his words aroused my feelings.

The moon princess groaned, rubbing her temple with her neatly manicured fingers as her friend kept walking closer to her. Clio was one of the nine muses, also her sister. With her black, square glasses slipping off her nose bridge, she always had a keen interest in history. No wonder she’s called the muse of history. If the moon princess had to describe her in two words, it would probably be nerdy and obsessed (or as she would call it, determined). Most people would imagine muses to be lounging around, doing nothing as that’s what they are said to be, but not Clio. She did the research for fun.

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."

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.