Spiritpact Kiss Novels & Stories

I want to kiss him again, and because we are now married, I can. I kiss him, tasting the effervescent champagne still on his lips. We share our champagne kisses, knowing we will have many more. I kiss him, feeling my heart soar in my chest, remembering our first champagne kiss. It took twenty years, but Dean and I are finally together. Everything is perfect.

That kiss. Butterflies danced in my stomach. I was giddy and happy, his kiss still lingering on my lips. It was like our first kiss all over again. In a way, it kind of was. It was our first kiss as a real couple, not two strangers on vacation. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but all I could see for the future was good things.

I explain to him, wiping at the tears that must have flowed during the vision. “It could be the spirit," Kastriv mutters grimly. Kaia stands nearby, chewing uneasily on her nails. She doesn't know about this, but how much of it do I want her to become messed up in? “Spirit? Why am I having visions about that spirit?” “I have no idea. I just know we have to make contact with them as soon as possible." Kastriv doesn't bother hiding his reluctance. Kaia finally seems to have sobered from her shock. “What are you taking about?”

Without any hesitation, he brought his lips to mine. It was the most electrifying kiss of my entire life. The passion in that simple act was more intense than any I had ever experienced. It was genuine. It was real. It was exactly what I needed. His touch brought so much relief to the turmoil I had been fighting ever since I had left his house that morning. I breathed him in, not wanting to break the kiss. His cologne, his musk, everything was the same as I remembered and all of it felt like medicine for my wounds.

I stared at his perfect lips, wanting to kiss them, as they formed the words. “Yeah, well, I never said I was a good student.” The fingers of one of Noah’s hands made their way to my chin, moving me into a gentle, yet insistent kiss. The kiss deepened, my lips parting to give him more. His kiss was hot and deep, banishing every unhappy thought from my mind. He tucked his head, breaking the connection and allowing me to replenish the much needed oxygen for my aching body. I took an unsteady breath, keeping my eyes closed, feeling lightheaded and wonderful.

Their mouths melded in a tender embrace, a tableau of shared emotion and relief, a testament to the power of a kiss that needed no words to convey its depth. Time seemed to suspend itself in the breathless interlude of their kiss, their lips lingering in a communion that bore witness to the intertwining of souls. Antonio’s kiss held a fervency that spoke of pent-up emotions, a reservoir of feelings that had been contained and now surged forth in that simple yet profound gesture. A gentle collision of lips was followed by a bolder, more daring plunge, a fleeting moment of heightened connection that mirrored the urgency of their shared journey.

I exclaim and struggle out of his arms. “I, Saphira Kingston from the Silver Moon pack, reject…”. Even before I finish, he presses his lips to mine. It's like a huge electrical explosion in my body. I grab on to him, my hands go around his neck by themselves. I return his kiss with all the passion in me, like a thirsty man at the last bottle of water...

He gave me his million dollar smile , "I never thought I'll see the day when Emem yonas voluntarily kisses me on the lips." I let out a huge smile. "It wasn't a kiss, but a peck. And. It. Was. On. Your. Cheeks. Stop imagining things." "My imaginations could actually become a manifestation." He locked eyes with mine, " Wishes still come to pass, you know." Tuly now. "Well then, close your eyes. Eros, about to grant your request." "Really?" He said shutting his eyes. "Shut up, Stormwind, and let me kiss you with the kisses of my lips." I said and brought down my lips slowly on his.

Is it by kissing? -------

Our eyes locked, the unspoken understanding between us creating a cocoon of intimacy. Then, as if guided by the gravitational pull of destiny, our lips met in a kiss that transcended mere physical contact. It was a meeting of souls, a union that echoed the promises we had yet to voice. Our kiss was a conversation, a silent exchange of shared dreams and unspoken commitment that reverberated through the very core of our beings.