Psyche Cupid Kiss Novels & Stories

Justine's POV There was this old aphorism from the human world that says, "A kiss is believed to be the best medicine" the world could offer. Most humans believe that even a single kiss could swallow darkness with light, change sadness to happiness, a remedy to all kinds of sicknesses, and most of all, this privilege is free of charge. Sad to say, all of those privileges prohibit me by all means when I freaking believed that my lips were cursed by the moon goddess as it could darken the light, turn everyone's happiness to madness, and worsen all kinds of illnesses.

His thumb caressing the spots beside my lips as our lips danced together, with his leading and mine following blindly. A small sigh left my lips when he finally released my lips from the unexpected kiss. My lips felt heated, wet and slightly puffy as I licked my lower lips into my mouth before releasing it with a 'pop' sound. "Give me a second, alright?" Silas asked as he suddenly stood up and went through the way leading to the kitchen probably to get something to drink. My head fell on the edge of the backrest as a pleased sigh escaped my lips, my eyes falling shut as I allowed this unexplainable feeling to rush over me, a small smile broke out on my lips.

I was just like a lost Cinderella in a Disney movie! "Cause Kezie," He started and his eyes were on my lips, which made a lot of things stir within me. "You're like a forbidden fruit, something that I'm not supposed to eat, in every way, and- I like those kinds of things," He said in such a low tone with his nose already bopping mine. His breath smelt like coffee and mint, which laid out everything I had eaten this morning in my mind. Okay, just apples. Why was I thinking about that? Was he going to kiss me?

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

The encounter that follows is a raw, deeply passionate, and worshipful collision inside the steamy twilight. He captures my mouth in a hard, possessive kiss that tastes of cedar rain and wild, desperate hunger. I let out a soft, needy whine against his lips, my legs winding tightly around his heavy hips as my obsidian claws slide out from my fingertips with a soft, familiar *schlick*. I score deep, white lines down his muscular, scarred shoulders, drawing out short, concussive pulses of his midnight shadow-energy.

With a soft, understanding sigh, I surrendered and let him take total lead. He cupped my face gently, nuzzling his nose against mine, which coaxed a small, breathless giggle out of me. Then, slowly, with agonizing softness, he finally connected our lips. The kiss was incredibly sweet, free from rushed lust, and filled with a deep, pure love. He savored the feeling of my lips against his before deepening the pressure. Every movement remained deliberate and teasing, yet entirely devoted.

he whispered, his lips a few inches from mine. My eyes lowered to his plump, moist lips before staring back at his eyes. "Yes," I whispered back, anticipating him. At that moment, time seemed to stand still as Alucard closed the remaining distance between us, his lips meeting mine in a gentle, hesitant kiss. It was a tender exploration, a delicate dance of longing and uncertainty. As our lips moved in sync, a surge of emotions coursed through me, overwhelming and exhilarating. It felt as though the entire world had faded away, leaving only the electrifying connection between us. My heart beat in sync with his, echoing the depth of our newfound connection.

the sound came out of me unknowingly, but I couldn't help but to admire his work. The smell of coffee, the layer of foam, the creamy leaf he draw on top of it, it looked like it was ordered from an expensive café. He chuckled, then sat next to me, making me insanely nervous. The two cups were placed close to each other. I thought that maybe if I could get my hand right above his cup, I could put a spell on it. I slowly moved my hand to his side praying he wouldn't notice. “The kiss… the kiss… the kiss…!” I thought intensively pouring my magic, “I did it… I did it… I… !”

I Scream into the night. “Hunter. Oh my god ” “Come for me, baby.” I do just that. My mouth remains in an O as ecstasy shakes my whole being. I succumb to it and fall apart as Hunter continues his viscous thrusts. Bringing me down from my high. “I’m happy that you think I’m your God, Princess.” He lips crashes on mine. Making me taste him. My thighs quiver as I take in breaths of him. He grunts as his lips keep devouring mine.

I kissed her lightly on her lips and ordered a couple of drinks for us. We flirted with each other all throughout the evening. We both enjoyed sharing some kisses not minding the people watching us. I had to have her tonight or I'll lose my mind. So I decided to bring her to my place. We went to the next building and I had a friend take us to my place with his chopper. All throughout the flight we continued to kiss while I try to remain in control. I could feel myself wanting to taste her. My fangs keep protruding every time my mouth kisses the pulsing veins on her neck. But I stay focused on her enjoying our kisses and panting every time I stop kissing her.