Psyche Cupid Kiss Novels & Stories

Cupid shouts joyously, leaning in and kissing me on the cheek, "I was thrilled when you called this morning. It's been way too long since you last visited." I can feel Katrina's eyes leering into me; apparently, so can Cupid because he turns to greet her next. "And this beautiful exotic creature must be your Fated. Absolutely stunning; what a vision. Miles, you lucky lad." Cupid states, eyes roaming over Katrina, who looks like she wants to crawl behind something and die before he grabs her free arm and kisses it all the way until he presses his lips firmly against her cheek. When he pulls away, Katrina's cheeks are no longer pink; they've now taken on a deep red tint.

His lips brushed against hers, tentative at first, as if he was savoring the moment before fully committing to the kiss. Avery's breath hitched as their lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss. Cruz's lips were soft and warm, moving against hers with a gentle but insistent pressure. The kiss was a dance, a slow and sensual exploration of each other's desires. It was as if Cruz was pouring all of his emotions into that kiss, letting her feel the depth of his affection and the intensity of his feelings.

Psyche replied, twinkling her eyes like a child asking for sweets. "I can't vividly remember everything. At first, I thought I was having a weird dream when something soft touched my lips, and I think I liked that feeling. Then, I found myself responding." "Too bad, so even if you went overboard. You'll probably forget it. I highly advise you to do it when you're both sober." "Do what?!" "Make love?" "Are you really my friend?" "Yeah. I'm the harmony of a good and bad friend." Psyche was swaying her eyebrow while raising a peace sign.

“I was amazed in the beginning since I’ve never really met anyone whose name was Cupid. But then, I was annoyed because you kept giving me work.” He chuckled. “I’m still sorry about that, by the way.” I shook my head. “All is good now.” “Have I ever told you that I love you?” he suddenly asked. “Hmm,” I hummed. “Multiple times a day.” “And I still think those aren’t enough to show you how much I love you,” he pecked my lips. “I love you, my Psyche.” “I love you, my Cupid.” END

Her parted lips welcomed me, and I met them eagerly, feeling an electric surge as our lips met in a tender yet passionate kiss. A loud rumble echoed through the clouds, a sign that the moon goddess had blessed our reunion. Our lips danced together, and I was lost in the taste of her, like she had feasted on strawberries for breakfast, sweet and unforgettable. The kiss grew more intense, but I knew I had to pull back, as the arousal coursing through me threatened to take over. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Seth cheered, rising to his feet and clapping with excitement. Zelda intertwined her fingers with mine, and together we faced the elated crowd as the music began to play loudly.

“Well, maybe not, but you know… insane mind controlling Goddess seems like it should be pretty good a good challenge for a Goddess with no abilities, who has forty-five sisters willing to die for her and a weak old wolf who made friends with… you know, the actual Cupid… the insane Goddess’s son.” Kas looks back at me and presses her lips together, fighting a laugh. I raise my eyebrows and nod my head. “I guess… wow…” She snorts and shakes her head, breaking into a full laugh. My heart beats hard at the sound. Even after everything I’ve done, I can break her mood and make her laugh. It will forever be my favorite sound. “I think maybe one more kiss. Just to see if it’s real. The lamp could ha

Half a stroke and I was about to lose my mind. “Cupcake, you feel good. Lean forward, kiss me.” I did as he requested. I leaned forward, sliding my wet pussy to the tip of his dick, I reached up to kiss him, and he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, when he released my lip, he crashed his lips onto mine, kissing me deep. I felt his free hand stroking his dick as I bounced on the tip of it.

we all finish, our voices blending with the gentle music. As the newly bonded couple share their first kiss, Dex leans closer and presses a soft kiss to my lips. It’s tender, unhurried, and filled with quiet promise. The night around us glows brighter, and I can’t help but think that maybe, under this silver moon, love truly heals everything.

Her smile was a promise and her eyes, pools of molten amber, knew exactly how to extract the price. Her partners moved in a synchronized ballet behind the small, polished obsidian counter. Kaida, the vampire vintner, with hair as black as a starless night and skin like polished moonlight, decanted a deep crimson liquid into a crystal glass. The wine, "Vesper's Kiss," was famous for drawing forth memories of a first love, a first touch. Across from her, Conor, the werewolf chef, worked at the sizzling grill. His massive shoulders strained against his simple white tunic, his hands, which could tear a man apart, now wielded knives with delicate precision, searing rare meats and arranging edible

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.