Romans & histoires Taurus Cancer Kiss

I could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady, matching the rhythm of my own. Keith's amber eyes bore into mine, filled with a hunger that mirrored my desires. "Davina," he whispered, his voice laced with raw emotion, "you are my Luna, the one who completes me." I pressed my body against his, my fur blending with his obsidian black. "And you, Keith, are my Alpha, the one who ignites my soul." Our lips met in a fervent kiss, an explosion of passion that spoke volumes of the love that bound us. It was a dance of fire and tenderness, a language that only we understood. At that moment, our bodies moved as one, as if choreographed by fate itself.

I looked into his blue windows of the soul, and knew that he was being completely genuine. I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. As my tongue darted into his mouth, I could taste the coconut liquor on his lips, and I drank him in. He returned the kiss eagerly, wrapping his hands around my back and bringing me in closer. I pulled him into me, his skin smooth on my fingers. We broke from the kiss and I marveled at his huge pecs and abs, eying him hungrily. I knew he was looking at me the same way, and it turned me on.

Just because Hector Doyle's true love refused to conceive a child, he used my body to bear their child. "It should be an honor for her to bear our child," he said. "At least she's of some use. So what if she dies? My client happened to give me a spot at a cemetery. We can just pick the best spot for her, right?" It turned out that cancer was never going to take my life—but that bastard was. … Tension hung thick in the operating room after what Hector said to the doctor.

“You don’t love me. You love control.” His thumb brushed her hand, his gaze burning into her. “And yet, when I kiss you, your body betrays you.” Her breath caught. Rage tangled with shame. “That doesn’t mean anything.” Dante stepped closer, pressing her back against the railing, his voice a whisper at her lips. “It means everything.” Then he kissed her. Not ritual. Not warning. This kiss was hungry, desperate—his claim written in fire and silk. His mouth devoured hers, dragging her into a storm she couldn’t escape.

God, why does he have to be such a good kisser? ​Due to the lack of oxygen, I was forced to pull away, but Draven didn’t stop there. Instead, he started leaving a trail of hot kisses along my jawline and down to my neck, nibbling and sucking on my soft spot before moving up and kissing the corner of my lips, then back to my neck again, making my whole body quiver in pleasure. I gasped when he squeezed my thighs and tugged on the skin of my neck, causing me to moan again. No, this was getting too intense and I have to control myself...but I can’t, and I don’t want to.

She hisses as I stroke her, and Maria arches into my touch. With one swift move, I lift her as she wraps her legs around my hips. The floorboards creak under our weight, heightening the moment's intensity. I lean in to kiss her again, our bodies pressed so close I can feel every beat of her heart against my chest. We fall onto the bed, and our limbs entwine as we laugh. She raises up on her elbow as I lie on my back. Her fingers drift over the tattoo on my chest—a skull with roses twined around it, symbolizing a love that defies death.

The heavy Alpha aura around him flared just a tiny bit, making the air in the corridor feel thick and warm. ​"Luna," Kieran murmured as he finally stopped right in front of me. He completely ignored Tanya at first, reaching out with his free hand to cup the back of my neck. He pulled me in just enough to press a firm, possessive kiss against my temple, deliberately letting his scent coat me in front of everyone. ​"Alpha King," Tanya said quickly, bowing her head deeply. ​Kieran slowly let his hand drop from my neck, turning his sharp, golden gaze onto her, then back to me. His brow furrowed slightly. "Is all well here?"

Then Kael moved closer, and Rhea met him halfway. The kiss wasn’t desperate or rushed — it was slow, grounding, a tether between two souls clawing for light in a world of monsters. His hand slid up to her jaw, her fingers curling around his wrist. The world outside the room faded — the rain, the thunder, the war. There was only them — Alpha and his little moon — finally, quietly, claiming each other. When they parted, Rhea’s eyes glowed faintly under the lantern light, a crimson shimmer buried deep within. Kael saw it — the whisper of Aura’s mark still lingering — but said nothing.

His hand rubbed along my back while he first placed a kiss on Kane’s cheek then mine. “Well, that sounds like a wonderful time, Darling. What do you say?” He asked softly as he held my chin in his fingers softly, kissing my lips slowly and sensually before turning and kissing Kane with the same slow and tender movements. I loved seeing them so open and secure in their feelings. I never wanted them to feel like I fetishized what they were to one another. It was love plain and simple.

‘Just please remind me to tell Duran to add marshmallows to the list. ‘Hold on let me get my pen and notebook,’ Taurus grunted, Nigel shook his head. His wolf was being too sassy for him right now. ‘Remind yourself. I have bigger shit to think about.’ ‘Like what?’ ‘The fact that you are falling in love with a human girl and making me weak in the process,’ Taurus barked. ‘Weak how?’ ‘Oh, so you don’t deny falling in love with her then,’ he snarled. ‘I can feel myself getting weak when you were kissing her. A part of me didn’t want to stop either,’ Taurus confessed.