Psyche Cupid Kiss Novels & Stories

Then, just as suddenly, he broke away, trailing down to my neck, kissing the spot he had bitten earlier. A soft kiss followed, almost like an apology. Then another on my eyelids, gentle, reverent. Maybe this wasn’t bad after all. He wasn’t the savage beast I’d seen with Aurora. With me, he was careful. Caring. Almost tender. “Aah…” I moaned softly as his lips traced lower, teasing down to my hips before he spread me open again, his breath hot against my most sensitive spot. “Rule number one, Cupid.” My breath caught as his tongue slid over my clit, slow but firm, making my thighs tremble violently.

Not when he kissed like this. His kiss put all sorts of naughty ideas, desires and wants, hurtling through my veins like a drug. I couldn't get enough and I wanted more. More than just this kiss. I pressed my chest against his, trying to soothe the ache growing at the tips of my breasts. I need more.

Hope fell as he saw something in my expression that disappointed him. “Forget it,” he mumbled, releasing me and looking away. His shoulders hunched and he moved to leave, but I wasn't about to let him get away that easily. He couldn't kiss me like that and just run away without an explanation. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him back to face me. He frowned, his brown eyes filling with heartbreak. I looked deeper, trying to understand what was going on. Passion and something sweet burned deep within their coffee and caramel swirls. The black of his pupils threatened to suck me into their depths and made my heart melt and core heat. His kiss had awakened a deep need, and my body was responding

A full kiss was like being struck my lightning. He chuckled, nuzzling my inner thigh and tightening his grip on my hips. He did it again and I moaned into the night. His lips applied pressure while his teeth and tongue worked magic. I had never had anything this wonderful in my life. He coaxed me gently to the edge of what I could take. “Aiden,” I whimpered as I started to shake. At his name, he slid one finger inside of me, sliding in on my excitement. With a flick of his tongue and finger in unison, he turned my whimper into a full moan, shooting me into pure bliss.

I stared at his perfect lips, wanting to kiss them, as they formed the words. “Yeah, well, I never said I was a good student.” The fingers of one of Noah’s hands made their way to my chin, moving me into a gentle, yet insistent kiss. The kiss deepened, my lips parting to give him more. His kiss was hot and deep, banishing every unhappy thought from my mind. He tucked his head, breaking the connection and allowing me to replenish the much needed oxygen for my aching body. I took an unsteady breath, keeping my eyes closed, feeling lightheaded and wonderful.

Kydence introduced. “H-H-Hi.” Kolby whispered. Hunter smiled wider. “Hello, my beautiful little mate. May I kiss your cheek?” He asked. “Uumm...O-okay.” She said looking up at Kydence who nodded approval. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. “Woah! What was that?!” She asked with surprise and touched her cheek as the tingles spread across her face. “It...it tingled.” She whispered.

The kiss ignited a spark that flared in her chest, a flicker of hope brightening their uncertain path. But just as quickly as the kiss began, she pulled back, her heart racing wildly at what she had unleashed. In a whirlwind of emotions, she turned her gaze to Lucas, whose silver-blue eyes reflected a desire that was equally fervent. He stepped forward, and their eyes locked, the electric charge lingering in the air as he met her halfway, their lips crashing together in a dance of passion that felt both playful and profound.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

“Annika, did you just scrunch your nose up in disgust at me? My eyes move from her lean figure to Ares, but he totally ignores me, his hand slowly caressing the side of her face. “You look hot when you are angry,” he murmurs, then plants a peck on the side of her face before stalking away. “Ares!” “Hey!” Her claws dig into my skin as she whips me around to face him. “You didn’t answer my question.” “Because I can do whatever I want to do in my home!”

His gaze was deep and dangerous, twin pools of icy blue flame threatening to burn through every defense I had. I lifted my head and met his eyes. In that instant, I saw a wildfire flickering in his depths—a wildness echoing my own buried longing. “Yes.” The word barely escaped my throat, low and hoarse, trembling in a way I didn’t even notice myself. My answer was like opening Pandora’s box. A satisfied, devilish smirk tugged at Caspian’s lips. Without further hesitation, he lowered his head and kissed me hard. His kiss was fiercely possessive, yet never brutal. It was the greedy thirst of parched earth meeting rain, the fervor of a conqueror and the precision of a hunter. His lips were soft