Psyche Cupid Kiss Novels & Stories

The thing that froze my brain like ice water. “There is only one cure.” My head shot up. “Tell me. Quick.” “A moon-bond kiss.” Silence. Ava squinted. “What now? A mood board? A moon bounce? What?” “No,” she said. “A moon-bond kiss. A kiss between two souls destined for each other. It lights the spirit. It wakes the soul. Only fated ones can give it.” I stared at her like she was reading me lines from a romance novel I didn’t sign up for. I felt even more confused. What did she even mean that a common kiss could cure something as intense as a soul rot. A poison that could claim his soul.

Her pussy ached with unbearable desire, tingling with the urgent need to be filled, to be fucked, to have him claim every inch of her. After a few intense minutes, Dante finally pulled away from the kiss, his lips lingering just inches from hers as he took a deep breath. His dark, hungry eyes bore into her, filled with raw desire, making Sophia’s heart race even faster. Their breaths were heavy, mingling in the heated space between them as they stared at each other, neither willing to look away.

He reached up and cupped my cheek, his thumb gently tracing my soft skin “Cameron…” “Please, Athena. I beg you. Just a kiss and nothing more.” His gaze lingered on my lips for just a second too long, making my body heat rush to my face. He leaned forward before I could say anything, capturing my lips in a soft, gentle kiss. Our tongues tangled together as I melted against him. The scent of sweat and blood made me feel more feral. Heat flooded through me as I kissed him back. His lips sent sparks shooting through my body and setting every cell ablaze.

The sudden gesture catches Audrey off guard, effectively stopping her from talking. At that intense moment, time seems to stand still as their lips are locked in an unexpected embrace. The kiss serves as a powerful interruption, momentarily suspending their ongoing conversation and leaving them both breathless. In the midst of their passionate kiss, Audrey's initial anger and frustration begin to dissipate. As their breaths mingle, she feels a sense of calm washing over her. Deep inhales through her nose bring the intoxicating scent of Kalix, filling her senses and further captivating her.

The kind that comes out when your body doesn't know whether to cry or run, so it picks the worst possible option instead. The sound cut through the silence like a knife. Elena slapped her hand over her mouth immediately, but it was too late. The laugh was already out there, already floating through the Plaza Hotel ballroom, already landing on the ears of three hundred of New York's most powerful people. And on Alexander Knight himself. He stood completely still, champagne soaking through his white dress shirt, spreading dark and wet across his custom tuxedo jacket. His grey eyes, sharp as cut glass, moved from the stain on his chest to the woman kneeling on the floor in front of him.

He tilted her chin up slightly. “Gabi,” he murmured, thumb grazing her cheekbone. “I’ve missed you.” The air between them tightened. “I want to kiss you,” he continued, his voice lower now. “But I won’t… unless you let me.” Her heart pounded so hard she could feel it in her throat. His scent wrapped around her—clean, warm, familiar. “I only said that before because you weren’t ready to date,” she whispered. His thumb brushed slowly across her lower lip.

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.