Taurus Cancer Kiss Novels & Stories

Despite the distance, I could feel him around me as if it were just the two of us in this club. “You,” Tessa shouted, drunkenly waving her pointer finger towards Chaos, “You better not be here with your Demon bullshit unless you plan on worshipping the ground our girl walks on.” Chaos raised a brow, “Our girl?” “My girl,” she glared. “I’ll get down on my hands and knees right now,” he spoke to Tessa, but his deep, onyx eyes were locked on mine. Slowly, he lowered himself down to one knee, then the other, never breaking eye contact. Finally, he glanced down to my feet before lowering and pressing a kiss to the left and then the right. Our eyes connected again, sucking the air out of my lungs,

"Don't say that, I don't want to hear it anymore we are rich, you and me! There is no poor person among us." Without a word, he drew closer, gently placing a hand on my cheek, his touch both comforting and burning. Romain brought his lips to mine for a soft kiss, hesitant at first, but which quickly transformed into a flamboyant declaration of passion. His hands explored my arms, tracing imaginary curves that awakened a deep desire within me.

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.

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

“It was just a kiss, Laurel. Nothing will happen to you just because I kiss your lips. Trust me I am free from any infectious disease.” "You have a strange phobia." "It's not contagious," Kane retorted coldly. “Look, that kiss will just be a kiss. Like an animal that eats, farts, sleeps, drinks, a kiss becomes just a kiss. It's nothing special and nothing to worry about. You better not overreact."

Even through the blurring tears and the shifting lights, I could discern the chiseled perfection of his jawline, the predatory gleam in his dark, evil eyes. Then, he pulled me into a deep, consuming kiss. He suckled my lower lip, a possessive tug, then bit down lightly, a sharp sting that made me gasp. He seized the opportunity, plunging his tongue into my mouth, exploring every heated crevice. His kiss was a force of nature, deep and overwhelming, brimming with domination and raw power, stealing my breath, leaving me struggling for air. Yet, he showed no intention of releasing me anytime soon. He gently wiped the tears from my eyes, his touch surprisingly tender, and cupped my face. His fin

And so, under the holy full moon, Faith and Kendrick embraced their destiny, embracing the strength of their love and the courage to face whatever challenges lay ahead as mates bound by a love that could withstand any test. As Faith and Kendrick completed the sacred ritual of accepting each other officially under the full moon, a profound sense of connection enveloped them. Their eyes met, reflecting the love and devotion they held for each other. The intensity of the moment seemed to draw them closer, and without a word, they instinctively leaned in. Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss that spoke volumes of the love they shared. It was a kiss filled with promise and commitment, a promise

She's confused, doesn't really understand how to be in a relationship. I propel her backwards to the bed, then shove her down, my weight pinning her as I kiss her again, tongue in her mouth, assaulting her lips until neither of us can breathe. Then I do it again. Nothing gentle or subtle. No lover's nips, no gentleness. I'm hard and needy and savage as I sit up on top of her, straddle her as I drag my shirt over my head and throw it to the floor. Then I grip the T-shirt she's wearing and rip it open. No bra to impede me and I slide down on her, drop my head between the hollow of her breasts, inhaling her before I take a nipple in my mouth, suck it until she's gasping, while I twist her other

I whispered, leaning into his touch. With that unspoken understanding, Atlas bent down, capturing my lips in a kiss that was both tender and desperate. The world around us faded, leaving only the two of us, bound by fate and a need that could no longer be denied. As the kiss deepened, the last remnants of my hesitation melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through my entire being.

Once Chester realized that my best friend disapproved of our relationship, he began badmouthing her and forbade me from seeing her. Marigold knew my personality well. I was the type who wouldn't back down from a decision, no matter the consequences. She said I was the kind of person who wouldn't turn around until I reached a dead end. Before we cut ties, Marigold made one last request. She urged me not to rush into having children. She asked me to wait at least three years after marriage, and if I still felt Chester was worth it, then I could reconsider. In the second year of my marriage, Chester and Florence took out a massive insurance policy on me. I was then diagnosed with bipolar disord