Romans & histoires Taurus Cancer Kiss

“Only one kiss per customer.” The audience laughs and Leo blushes. “I just don't want to wait,” he tells the pastor. “I want to kiss her always.” “Well, let her do her part and you can get to the kissing,” the pastor tells him with a smile. “Now, Charlotte, repeat after me.”

“Do you want it to be?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me. It wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t desperate. It was deliberate. It said everything he couldn’t say in words. I kissed back slowly, letting the question melt. When we broke apart, neither of us moved. He was the first to speak. “That felt... right.” I nodded. “It did.” He bit his lip. “So?” “So?” I echoed. He leaned back, tucking his head under moonlight. “So... what is this then? Casual, serious, somewhere in between?”

“Your scent lingers with me, even here.” Cassian’s heart raced as their lips met in a heated kiss. Kael’s touch was both tender and urgent, his hands exploring with the confidence of a lover who knew every sensitive place on the omega’s body. The risk of being discovered only heightened the moment. Cassian clung to him, returning the kiss with equal passion while trying to remain as quiet as possible.

Her legs, wobbly earlier from his brutal fingering, now stood stable. Swiftly, she pulled off her soaked panties and tossed them onto the kitchen counter. Her arousal scent filled the kitchen, driving his wolf feral. Maverick leaned closer to Aurora, his hand lifting her chin so their eyes met before he closed the distance between them. Their lips met in a slow, consuming kiss. Both of them closed their eyes, their heads tilting in opposite directions as they melted into the moment. The quietness of the kitchen was filled with nothing but the soft sound of their lips moving together as the world around them fading into the background.

Tasha's scent, a sweet blend of lavender and vanilla, filled my senses. My lips brushed against hers, soft and gentle. Our mouths moved in tandem, exploring each other. Tasha's mouth opened, inviting me deeper. Our tongues intertwined, slow and sensual, as if savoring a tender kiss. The world outside receded, leaving only our entwined bodies and soft sighs. Tasha's whispers wrapped around me: "Helios... Love." Her voice was honey, warm and soothing. In this tranquil space, we found solace. Together.

Kai asks, but doesn't hesitate to kiss me. Kai leads me to the bed and gently lays me down. Then, he undresses me, his lips trailing across my body, causing my back to arch when he reaches my hips. His kisses eventually find their way to my most sensitive area. Kai has only done this once before, and if my memory serves me correctly, I thoroughly enjoyed it. His tongue connects with my clit, and I can't help but cry out. "Oh my, that feels incredible."

**** *TESSA* His kiss was so gentle that my brain went blank all of a sudden. I forgot to resist, forget everything, and let him kiss me... This kiss gradually changed from the gurgling stream to surging waves. Under his bite, the fire in my heart was also gradually ignited. It was still the same scent that I was familiar with, and the aura that could completely envelop me. At this moment, I was completely covered by his aura, and I didn't care about the surrounding reactions.

Despite the storm, there was a sense of desire. Kai parked the car in a secluded spot. He quickly got rid of his tie, his eyes locked on Tiffany as she reached for him, pulling him close. Her lips crashed against his deep, urgent, and hungry. The kiss was fiery, like they were starved for each other. Tiffany’s hands slid over his chest, moving lower and Kai groaned softly, his hands catching hers. A low, breathy laugh escaped his throat. "Relax, love. I'm all yours." His voice was a husky whisper, and their gazes met for a heartbeat raw and intense. "Take off your panties right now and give them to me."

It was half question, half statement. He shook his head. “No, baby, not that. It might have worked before we’d claimed each other, but it wouldn’t work now. We’re linked, for better or worse.” “You’re healed,” she insisted, knowing what he meant by “worse.” He hoped so, because the alternative was that Tasywould spend her life with a mate who didn’t even know who she was. “Come here.” Sliding a hand into her hair, he angled her head and brought his mouth down on hers. The kiss was slow, leisurely, and soft enough to be teasing and make her push for more. It wasn’t long before her claws pricked into his back—a demand for more. As if she quickly understood the demand would only make him prolon

The uncertainty was suffocating me, and I couldn't let her go without uncovering the truth. I seized Taya, my hands wrapping around her waist as I crushed my lips to hers with a fierce hunger. She responded in kind, her mouth opening to mine as our tongues tangled in a passionate dance. The kiss deepened, becoming a maelstrom of sensation that threatened to consume us both. We melted into each other, our bodies swaying in perfect sync as the world around us dissolved into nothingness.