Psyche Cupid Kiss Novels & Stories

What a metaphor, she thought to herself. “Goddamn, you’re gorgeous,” Caspian muttered under his breath. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to both of Audrey’s nipples from over her dress. Then he leaned upward and planted a soft, sweet kiss on her lips. So soft and so sweet, so different from the harsh fucking she just received. What’s with this kiss? Smiling a small smile, Caspian then pulled away and left her there. Audrey got up to her feet and inspected the mess that they had made in that kitchen. That room was an accurate depiction of the state of her heart right now: confused and messy.

But because her arm was still shaking, she pressed too hard and pricked herself too deeply. A tiny drop of rose-red blood bedewed the surface of the skin. Immediately and unknowingly, Psyche fell in love with Cupid with great intensity, being fired more and more with a desire for the goddess of passion. She leaned over and passionately smothered her lover with wanton kisses of her parted lips.

I kissed him on his left cheek then his right cheek, then lightly on his lips "cupcake what's wrong? " "WHO THE FUCK IS ALEX!?" oh my.....

Intoxicating. That’s what his scent feels like. And truly, the fact that as soon as it floods my lungs, all the demons scurry away, it’s all I need right now. My frenzied heart feels as if it’s about to get out of my chest, rip right through my ribcage and leave a hole in my chest. The man is silent, but there is gentle care in every single touch he offers me. A gloved hand moves over my face, his fingers hooking under my chin, and making me look up at him. His ruby red eyes pin mine into a soft and calming gaze.

The man's tears increased which calmed the woman. "Chaos. I-I don't mean I'm going away, I-we can't talk anymore. We can still be friends--" "Friend?" The man laughed simply "So you treat me as a friend? Just a friend?" His gaze deepened on the woman. "Chaos, listen--" The woman's eyes widened when the man suddenly kissed her. It touched both of her cheeks and even more covered her entire lip. Khione had her eyes open, while Hades continue to savor the moment. He can taste the sweetness of her lips, the softness of it.

She sang along to the song ...She'll make you curse But she a blessing She'll rip your shirt within a second You'll be coming back , back for second With your plate, you just can't help it.... ... oh she's sweet but a psycho a little bit psycho At night she's screaming I'm-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma... ****

“Yeah… your zipper was half undone, the strap slipping off your shoulder like it had given up trying to stay in place. Your dress was damp with whiskey, clinging to you in places, and the scent— rich, sharp— was like you’d bathed in a distillery. I remember pausing, stunned. You looked wild, disoriented… heartbreakingly beautiful in a way that made my chest tighten. I rushed to you, tried to steady you, talk to you— but you collapsed into me before a single word could escape your lips. I carried you to my room, called the doctor immediately. He checked you, gave you something to help you rest, and then quietly told me you’d ingested aphrodisiac – a libido enhancer that was also a powerful st

Amara POV: Viktor Dragovic wants to make a deal with me? That’s fucking hilarious. I’ve killed men with more brains and less ego. He thinks tossing money and whispers my way will get my attention? He has no idea who he’s playing with. Still, I couldn’t help but grin as I stared at the encrypted message glowing on the screen: “The Devil offers a meeting. Midnight. Iron Citadel.” Drama much? I leaned back on the hotel couch, swirling cheap whiskey in a glass. My black boots were muddy from last night’s kill, blood still crusted on the laces. I hadn’t bothered cleaning them. Why would I? The mess was half the art.

I was too weak to, too exhausted. ​My heart suddenly froze when I felt his lips quivering as they moved against mine, causing my mind to go blank. Not only that, but his fingers were now trembling over my cheeks, and I stopped to look at him. He was still kissing me, his lips pressed firmly against mine, but that didn’t stop his lips from quivering or his fingers from trembling. What's going on? Was he really… hurting or scared right now? No, no way, that wasn’t it. That can’t be it. Draven Cruz didn't care enough to react in such a way.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.