Psyche Cupid Kiss Novels & Stories

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 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.

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

I gently reassured them, guiding them to the couch with promises that I'd join them shortly. Knox pulling me into the kitchen caught me off guard, his eyes searching mine for a moment before he acted. His lips met mine in a sudden, passionate kiss that vibrated like a spark igniting a flame. It was a kiss that spoke of longing, unspoken promises and deep-seated desires. I could feel the intensity of his emotions, a turbulent mix of love, fear, and hope, swirling in that single, passionate gesture.

This meant that there was no need for a formal and early proclamation of one’s feelings and the line between being friends and being lovers often blurred. Kokuhaku was unique in that it was a very clear declaration of feelings that the object of affection had a right to answer before any deeper relationship could take place. It was like a “switch” that Slayers had to turn on and whose execution of course gave them enormous pressure. Although usually made by boys, girls could also undertake the proposal and preferred to do so on the Star Festival, which was an annual holiday associated with romantic love. On the day, male and female Slayers exchanged hand-drawn greeting cards, Siam tulips (Ar

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.

It was shocking that he couldn’t see the dampness through my sweats. He pressed his pelvis against mine, his erection rubbing against me in the most delicious way possible. A growl rumbled in his chest. “Well, Cupcake?” He pulled away and looked into my eyes. “I—I want you to fuck me,” I whispered to him. I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. His smirk became feral. “Good answer.” He dropped my hands and grabbed me around the waist, lifted me as if I didn’t weigh a thing, and tossed me onto the bed…

She didn't want to flinch and she didn't but the touch was so tender to her surprise that she was this close to leaning on it. A loud gulping sound was heard by her and the thumb which was caressing her cheek slid down to her jawline. The chiseled jawline was traced by him when he whispered. " You're so sweet and lovely, your beauty can melt anyone's heart but not mine. Cupcake. Your shyness is just a trap where I won't let myself trap like, someone else had. " Her eyes snapped open and she wished she could see what was written on his face. His tone was cold but there was little pain that was peeking into her heart. " So, stop being so innocent when you're clearly not. Your black magic won't

He gripped her, holding her in place, deepening the kiss with a possessive hunger that made her knees buckle. He kissed her like he wanted to devour the secret she was hiding. On stage, Lysander screamed something unintelligible. The sound of a glass shattering echoed from the VIP table. Vespera broke the kiss, breathless, her lips swollen and stinging. She stared at Cyprian, her chest heaving. "Bridge burned," she gasped. Cyprian stared at her. His pupils were blown wide, swallowing the grey. He ran a thumb over his lower lip, tasting her lipstick.

Their conversation flowed like a symphony, their souls intertwining in a harmonious dance. Lost in the throes of passion in his embrace, she whispered, "Kiss me, Sonu, and let's make this moment last forever." Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss, sealing their commitment and igniting a fire that would burn brightly throughout their journey. "Kiss me here, Sonu." Maria gestured at her cleavage; her voice filled with desire. Sonu's eyes widened as he leaned in, bringing his face into the valley between her breasts and kissing her flesh with a passionate touch. As they pressed closer together, Maria gasped, whispering, "Oh, Sonu, make me yours completely."