Kissing Mermaids Novels & Stories

Ernest said, making Ariel nod. "Yes and I want you to kiss me now.. It's only fair since I kissed you so out of the blue." "Are you sure?" Ernest asked. "Yes." Ernest bit his lip and looked around while scooting closer to Ariel. His right hand gently caressed her face as he stared at her lips. Ariel couldn't answer any of her own questions. All she knew is that there is nothing she wanted more than for him to kiss her and he did. And in that moment of their lips touching each other in the most gentle savoring moment, they realized that color doesn't matter for them. If that's how they feel, then that's how they feel.

I started. "It'll wash up on shore," he said, then leaned down and kissed me. I quickly lost myself to the kiss, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. His hands went to my sides, pulling me in closer. As we stood there, kissing, another wave crashed against Dean's back. My feet lost their grip on the ocean floor, but Dean stayed steady. I wrapped my legs around his hips. He was a rock that I could cling to, and as another wave hit us, I found myself gripping him even tighter.

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.

She treated it like a guest that needed to be acknowledged before it could leave. After a moment, she reached under the counter and pulled out a small glass bottle filled with coarse pink salt and dried rose petals. “What’s that?” “Cleansing salt. You crumble it into a bath, light two candles, and soak. It pulls out the rot. Clears the psychic gunk. Especially from family wounds.” “Psychic gunk,” I repeated, almost smiling. “Don’t mock the terminology. It’s a technical term.” I looked at the bottle, but I shook my head.

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.

It didn’t even bother him if he was a demon and a guy. The demon tilted his mask a little, revealing half of his face. Afterward, the demon leaned down, planting a kiss on Xurden’s lips. It was just a simple kiss, but the effect on Xurden was big. His body became hotter and his skin tingled in euphoria while his heart beat became louder. And there’s one thing that woke all his senses. The scent coming from the demon was the same as Yric.

Because how do I explain something I don’t even understand? His hand shifts, slides slightly higher, unroll it, resting just above my knees. My breath stutters. No one. notices, but I do. Oh, I do. “Spontaneity.” He says before I can speak. The word is calm, controlled, like that moment wants anything more than a witch encounter. I swear I was spelled. Someone hexed me in some third-dimensional realm, forcing me to slam my lips against his clam-like ones. ‘If clams could kiss like him….’ No….no, Charlotte.

Her cousin siblings had shown her a small fountain meanwhile fooling her that there is a mermaid inside the water under the fountain and kashvi buy in their words as she was merely a five-six, year old girl. She had waited there for a whole day in the hope to get any glimpse of any mermaid since she was so small to swim in running water. when it turned several hours from Kashvi's disappearance Varun had come for her rescue to which she had told him everything with a sad face as a mermaid was not coming over the water or near the water surface. Only to made kashvi understand that mermaids don't exist anymore Varun had to jump in the water with the camera to record everything underwater.

Ma’am… ma’am.” The voice keeps poking at the edges of my dream, irritating and sharp—completely out of place because I’m busy imagining Tairan, my new fictional obsession, doing absolutely unholy things to me in a forest made of neon lights and by unholy I mean burning my palms with melting wax and using the fire to melt it again after it solidifies, yeah he's the psycho in my book that I'm in love with. But back to the topic. No one calls him “ma’am,” so obviously something is wrong in this universe.

Her tail coiled around my naked body as a cool, sleek slide which provided a sensation I wouldn't have been able to explain if my life depended on it. How was I supposed to explain how a mermaid made love? Mermaids weren't real. Were they? "Shh," she cooed, kissing my throat, sucking at my pulse until I could feel my blood boiling right under the surface there and I knew she had given me a hickey. "Hey!" She only laughed and I found I couldn't be upset with her. Her smile was contagious. I grinned back at her as she dropped a hand -with webbed fingers!- down to massage my cock. Her tail held my legs together while she jerked me slow and steady.