Wedding Dip Kiss Novels & Stories

"Then, by the power vested in me... I pronounce you husband and wife." The Justice smiled. "You may kiss the bride." Cyprian didn't hesitate. He cupped her face and brought his mouth down on hers. It wasn't a polite, staged kiss. It was deep, possessive, and full of a desperate, overwhelming love. The room exploded. Applause thundered against the vaulted ceiling. Vespera clung to him, lost in the kiss, lost in the victory. They had made it. They had won. The Perimeter.

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.

"By the power vested me, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride." Dante has his ever-present smirk in place as he pulls me to him, grabbing my ass in front of the five hundred-something guests and kissing me. His friends hoot in the background. He explores my mouth as if this was our bedroom, and I try to push him away. This is not proper behavior. When he finally pulls away, I can barely breathe and I can feel the metallic taste of blood on my lips. He gives a hard squeeze of my butt cheeks before he lets me go.

“Let’s get this over with.” He stepped closer to me, his expression devoid of warmth. My heart pounded in my chest as he leaned in, his face inches from mine. The closeness felt suffocating, a stark reminder of the pretense we were living. As our lips met, the kiss was cold and mechanical, devoid of any real emotion. It was not like the one we shared at the wedding. The photographer snapped several pictures, capturing the moment from different angles. I tried to ignore the lump in my throat, focusing on the need to play my part convincingly.

As they settled in, the atmosphere was filled with an air of joy and celebration. As Alpha Kael and Aurora sliced through the majestic wedding cake, a thunderous applause filled the air. The crowd's excitement reached a fever pitch, with chants of "Kiss our Luna, kiss our Luna!" echoing through the venue. The atmosphere was electric, with all eyes fixed on the newlyweds, eagerly awaiting the traditional kiss. The room pulsed with anticipation, as the crowd's fervent cheers and applause urged the couple to seal their union with a romantic kiss.

It was a kiss filled with the unspoken language of love, a promise that transcended words. As our lips melded together, time seemed to suspend, and the world outside the room faded away. The soft brush of his lips against mine set my heart ablaze, a symphony of emotions playing out in each heartbeat. I could feel the intensity of our mate bond amplifying the sensation, turning a simple kiss into an electric connection that resonated through every fiber of my being.

“Kiss me” Leila whispered the second time and that was all it took for Gavin to lean forward and take her mouth in his. The kiss was different, she could smell the mint and oud in his clothes, she moved closer so her fingers could brush his hair and he cupped her cheeks in his hand. This kiss was based on an approval from both of them in their normal state of mind, it was not influenced by anything or any kind of alcohol. It was strictly what they both wanted and Leila took her time exploring his mouth with her tongue, her lips and everything in her.

"Especially with Kisses Junior." I burst into laughter as I shook my head. "We are not naming her that!" He smirked as he leaned forward and peppered my neck with kisses. "It's perfect, like her mother." I slid my fingers around his neck and into the hair behind his head. I turned my neck, allowing him more access as he raised my arousal with every touch. "Absolutely not.' He trailed a line of kisses from my neck to my lips. He gave me a long, slow kiss before pulling back slightly. "Do you know why melons have weddings, Kisses?"

He tossed the towel aside, stood up, grabbed her, and pressed their lips together. His lips moved sensually against hers, his warm breath filling her mouth. He explored, nibbled, and gently bit her lower lip before taking her mouth in a passionate kiss. Their tongues met in a fiery embrace. Cherry eagerly responded. Jake pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, his hand pressed against the small of her bare back, groaning as if she were a long-awaited oasis in the desert. Cherry moaned into his mouth, expertly tracing every corner with her tongue. She felt aroused and, most importantly, like herself again. "Did I tell you that you taste like my favorite bubble gum?" she whispered into his mout

Finally, the pastor announced, "By the authority vested in me and in accordance with the laws of this state, I now declare you husband and wife. You may seal your commitment with a kiss." The word "kiss" reverberated in the air, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Sebastian and I exchanged a hesitant glance, both of us acutely aware of the weight of this simple yet significant act. As we inched closer to each other, our friends and family watched with bated breath, their faces filled with hope and encouragement. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as our lips drew nearer. And then, in a moment that felt like an eternity, our lips finally met—a gentle, tender kiss that sealed