Novel & Cerita Psyche Cupid Kiss

I called her name and even though I was already sure that it was her the way her eyes widened in reaction. "Chase..." She called me back. The passion in the room had sizzled away and in it's place was this body gripping fury as I grabbed one of her breast and squeezed it and as she winced I gave her a kiss but with the way I smatched our lips together. Before we were going to make love...now all my body just wanted was to f**k my partner downstairs had built up so much tension that if I didn't do anything about it I was bound to lose my mind.

“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.

Lucinda sighed into my mouth, her hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck. The kiss grew hotter. Wetter. I sucked on her bottom lip gently, then slipped my tongue into her mouth. She tasted like tequila and cherry lip gloss. She kissed me back, shy at first, then with growing hunger. Our tongues danced slowly, sensually, exploring each other like we had all the time in the world. I poured four years of hidden love and lust into that kiss. My hand slid down her side, gripping her waist, pulling her closer.

“In my head. In the woods. Even when I sleep.” She walked toward me, two mugs in hand and passed one to me like she hadn’t heard a word. I took it. Our fingers touched but she didn’t pull away. Neither did I. “I could say the same,” she said. And just like that, I found myself getting up and moving closer to her, closer than I had any right to be. “You shouldn’t,” I said quietly. She couldn’t understand what the danger was. “Too late,” she whispered. I took a step closer, much more than I should have, really, and kissed her. Her lips were soft and warmer than I expected. She tasted like honey and chamomile. Her hand touched my chest, resting there.

I have watched it all, how the arrow vanishes with the haze, fading into darkness as I slowly lose my consciousness. “This arrow is enchanted. Once used, it will return to me until I give it to someone and wait for it to zoom back.” I sat, breathless. I couldn’t take my eyes off the arrow. The part where I pierced my chest smarted, as though I had just pierced it on my chest. “When Cupid, the original cupid – Eros as I call him – had once roamed the earth and fell in love with a human named Psyche, I was shocked; I did not expect that, all the other gods did not. They are so in love but Aphrodite despised her. I was there when this arrow pierced her heart, her soul floated across the room an

I swear to God, I am Cupid struck. He drives in the rain, the windscreen moving up and down, cleaning the drops of water off his window. He makes all the right turns, driving in silence towards my destination. He stops in front of my house. " Well, I guess this is where we part, peanut!" "Why do you call me Peanut?" "Do I need a reason?" I nod, smiling out my skeleton. "Okay, since you demand a reason… UMM...you are cute and can fit into my pocket if I choose to steal you."

He had never been a big fan of kissing, but he wanted to kiss the little bunny. He wanted to kiss her badly. Those perky big boobs he had seen in the camera looked very ravishing, he was tempted to squeeze, taste and bite her nípples hard. Countlessly he had watched the núde video. It had even began to drive him mad. Just like he had seen her fair porcelain skin, Mercury also wanted Cinderella underneath him. Mercury cursed. Her moans filled his mind and clouded his senses. But he wasn't pleased. The moans in his head were the ones from the hot lovemaking session she had shared with that bastard Royalty on their wedding night.