Sugar-kissed Affection Novels & Stories

I ran my hands down his broad shoulders, squeezing his firm biceps. "Like what you see, Princess?" Aphelion asked, a cocky smirk on his face, "Just shut up and kiss me," I replied as I lifted my hands off his arms and wrapped them in his hair, pulling him down towards me. Aphelion was an expert kisser. The moment our lips touched, sparks ran down my entire body, causing me to let out a soft moan. Aphelion took that opportunity to plunge his tongue into my mouth. His kiss was passionate and feverish as he explored every part of my mouth. I felt his hands grip my hips, and he pulled me closer to him, his hard length pressing firmly against me, making my body crave him even more.

It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken promises, of a love that transcended time and space. Their embrace deepened, the world around them fading away as they surrendered to the magic of the moment. Their kisses became a symphony of tenderness and passion, their bodies leaning into each other as if to merge into one. With every caress, they discovered new depths of affection, savoring the taste of their shared love.

And then she pulled me down. Her lips, soft and unexpectedly insistent, crashed against mine with a desperate, almost frantic urgency. The kiss was clumsy, driven by a primal, drug-fueled impulse, her body arching against mine with a feverish intensity that sent a jolt of pure, unexpected desire shooting through me, momentarily overriding my anger, my concern, my impending obligation. The sickly sweet scent clinging to her intensified, a clear, undeniable sign of the aphrodisiac taking insidious hold.

His lips are so tender, so sweet, and so gentle. Darn! I want to kiss him for, at least, the whole day. The moment our lips started moving, I knew I didn't want just a peck or a kiss that would last for a few seconds. I wanted something deep; if possible, I wanted this kiss to last forever. He wraps one hand around my back, the other one moving to the back of my neck to keep me steady. Together, we dive deep into this sin. The sweetest sin His touch is magical, and his kiss is undeniably the same. He seeks permission to enter my mouth, and I willingly grant it. Without thinking and without holding back, I let him in, and our tongues took off on the adventure.

The music transported me back to my roots in New Orleans, and I swayed in his arms, feeling the rhythm in my soul. I turned to him, my lips brushing against his, and we shared a soft, sweet kiss. His taste was a unique blend of sweetness, lust, and deep love, a flavor that was uniquely Abatrose. My desire for him flared, and I knew that tonight, he would be mine. We savored the moment, our love and need for each other building, the tension between us growing in anticipation of the night ahead.

he whispered in my ear. He pulled me to a corner and with each small bite of cake he put in my mouth, he also offered me a kiss and then put some of the sweet in his own mouth, with his eyes on mine. There was so much love and care in this affectionate gesture of his, it was much more than just offering me a sweet, it was caring. And with each kiss he gave me, he made me more anxious to leave the party for "finally alone".

He pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of my mouth, tasting the sugar on my skin until I was breathless. "You're right," he growled against my lips, his scent overwhelming and dark. "It is sweet."

Her lips, soft and inviting, held the promise of stolen kisses and whispered secrets, a gateway to a realm of shared intimacy and affection. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, I leaned in and gently planted a tender kiss on her forehead, a silent testament to the love that resided within me. The softness of her skin against my lips sent a surge of warmth coursing through my veins, reaffirming the depth of my devotion.

“No matter what. I’d always come back.” And then, he pulled her in, and their lips met in a kiss that was unlike any they’d ever shared before. It wasn’t a kiss of passion or desire, not exactly. It was a kiss of survival, a kiss of gratitude, a kiss that said I’m here, you’re here, we made it. It was a kiss that tasted of smoke and tears and cold water, but it was also a kiss that tasted of love, of hope, of the future that was still waiting for them.

I smiled, a real one this time. “And I’ll keep killing them until none are left.” “I miss you,” he whispered. “I miss you too, Luca. Every second. But everything I’m doing is for you.” “I know,” he said. “I love you.” My eyes stung. I shut them hard. “I love you more, baby. Now go to sleep, okay? I’ll call you tomorrow.” “Okay… night, Mari.” I hung up, letting the phone rest on my chest.