Kiss The Princess Novels & Stories

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.

I turned my fury on Macro. I splattered paint across his ceilings, floors, walls, and all his expensive furniture. And he grabbed me in the bathroom, pulling me tight against his chest, his hot lips pressing against the side of my neck. "Sera... be a good girl." Sera? My parents hadn't called me that since Karen came home. They would only ever yell my full name, Seraphina. A sharp ache hit me, and I returned his kiss, turning all my resentment and pain into wild, urgent desire.

When I opened my eyes again, I found that I had gone back in time to the day of my wedding. I had been reborn on the day I married Bowen. The emcee said, "The groom may now kiss the bride." Just then, the heavy entrance doors to the hall were suddenly pushed open. A sharp, coquettish shout rang out, "The princess is here. Why aren't you greeting me as you should?" Immediately after, someone wearing a pink ball gown with an exaggerated design of multiple tulle layers sewn together to resemble flower petals glided in from the other end of the red carpet.

She really is far too sweet for this world. Hearing us laughing the men all stop and look in our direction, spotting us Maddox comes over. “Princess, everything alright?” He asks as he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to him. My mind starts replying our earlier fuck and I feel my core throb as my hand goes to his rock hard pecs. Maddox growls, leans in and whispers “I will kill every man here if you don't get your naughty little mind under control”

Now come here and give me a kiss that only my male knows how to give-- he said biting his lips and looking at me with a hungry look I pull her making her sit on my lap with one leg on either side of my hip, I squeeze her thighs and put my hand on her neck pulling her into a strong and passionate kiss My tongue does not ask for passage and simply enters your mouth without warning, I feel your hands in my hair as we kiss passionately My wife managed to be delicate and at the same time fiery, she moved in my lap desperately as if she wanted more contact with my body I stopped the kiss when I felt that someone was already more than excited, as much as I want to have her in my arms this is not th

The only thing he did was he hurt the princess, the prince was going through all this because of him,the prince was maltreated because of him the princess was hurt badly, despite all that the princess doesn't leave him, she still wanted him to be his mate. I knew the princess doesn't not want to marry another person than her mate, she wanted to marry her real mate, but her real mate had another lady who was not his mate, how could she leave him when she had search all over to find her mate but she found him, and he rejected her the first day they met. Remembering how happy that day was, I couldn't do anything for her. I could only look at the sadness in her eyes as she was rejected but she d

He looked stunned but I just laughed. "what just happened, my Princess?" he asked. "I don't know" I jokingly answered and clasped out of the hug. He then held my waist and let me sit under his lap and kissed me in my lips for a split second. I hide my lips with my hands and he just laughed. "one more, please" he pouted. I can feel my cheeks turning red. "my Princess, one more please" he pouted again. "Prince Philip, be gentleman. Don't force a girl to kiss you" I joked.

Her nose is high, and her lips are red and full. She is the lovely princess of Elhasa Kingdom. She is watching the dancers gracefully dance in the middle. Their bodies are vigorously swaying with the accompaniment of the music instruments played by the musicians that her father, the king, hired for her twenty-first birthday, which will be happening only an hour away from now. “Your Highness.” A deep male voice called behind her. Princess Alf turned and saw a handsome knight wearing red armor standing by the door. He has a perfectly chiseled face, thick and long brows, dark red eyes and flaming red hair.

I resisted the urge to sneer. “I will not be around forever; the time for a new ruler is coming. All the other Princesses have accepted betrothals. Even your sister has taken it up with the Prince of Chamber, but it is not her birthright to form alliances with the other kingdoms. It is yours, Kiara.” “Arsenal is hardly the kingdom I’d like to ally with.” I turned away from him.