Wedding Dip Kiss Novels & Stories

Calvin whispered in his deep, husky baritone, his voice filled with the desire that had already reached its peak. Without giving Camelia a chance to respond, Calvin immediately lowered his head and captured her sweet lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Camelia closed her eyes tightly, wrapping her arms around her husband's strong neck as she returned the passionate kiss with equal intensity. Their lips remained locked together, expressing an undeniable sense of belonging.

Thereafter, Daffodil did the same. By the time that the wedding has been finished the adoptive mother of Daffodil, Mrs. Marby was already sobbing while being consoled by her husband, Mr. Marby. “Lexus, you may kiss your bride now,” the officiating Pack’s Minister of Divine Worship stated that made everyone around cheer. Lexus removed the veil covering the head and face of Daffodil and gave his newly wedded wife a tender kiss. “I love you, Daff, my wife, my future Luna,” Lexus whispered after kissing Daffodil which brought immeasurable happiness to the latter.

I ask, leaning in. He pulls me close until our lips meet. His kiss is warm, soft at first, then deepens with every heartbeat. The taste of champagne and fire mixes between us. My skin tingles where his hands rest on my back, and I melt into the moment, breathing him in. When we finally part, Dex looks at me with that familiar spark in his eyes. “Maybe I’ll start thinking about something else entirely,” he says, glancing toward the wedding. “What’s on your mind?” I ask with a teasing smile.

I was the woman he married never his wife, As we exchanged our metal rings the priest said; “You may now kiss the bride” And there it was, a kiss on the cheeks, not like most couples who would embrace themselves and kiss heartedly on the lips, their mouth forming a covenant of love. Mine was brief, soft and tender on the cheek. But I won’t lie, that kiss unleashed thousands of butterflies in me, that was the effect he had on me. The crowd stood with applause, flowers fading here and there. Whistles and claps through the hallway.

My first real kiss. I mean deep kiss…..

“You have joined yourselves in solemn matrimony. I have now declared, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the State of New York as Deputy Marriage Commissioner, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride.” Owen and Huxley applauded us, and I couldn’t help but smile while Maverick hadn’t loosened up a bit but could pull off a slight smile on her lips. I held her hand tight, leaned in, and dipped my head to kiss her on the lips. It was a quick peck on the lips, barely a brush, just a straightforward, gentle kiss because I wouldn’t expect a passionate kiss like a couple in love shared.

It was in that moment that he passionately kissed me, igniting a surge of emotions that transported me - back to the very core of our fervent kiss on our unforgettable wedding night. His lips, both firm and persistent, met mine in an ardent embrace. I reciprocated, opening myself to the sensation, cherishing the connection that blossomed between us. Our tongues danced together, alternating between brief, teasing flicks and luxuriously protracted exploration. The depth of his kisses was such that it stole my breath away, leaving me yearning for more.

His breath hitched at my touch, a low groan escaping his lips as I leaned in closer, my lips hovering just inches from his own. In that moment, the world fell away, consumed by the intensity of our shared desire. Our lips met in a searing kiss, a passionate collision of lips and tongues that left us both breathless and wanting more. It was a dance as old as time itself, a primal instinct that transcended rational thought and reason.

I had been acting my whole life. "And now," the officiant said, "the groom may kiss the bride." I froze. We had not discussed this. We had planned everything, the photographs, the vows, the staged honeymoon, but we had never once talked about the kiss. Somehow it had never occurred to me that a wedding ceremony would require a kiss. That was the whole point of a wedding. The kiss was the climax. The kiss was what everyone was waiting for. I looked at Devin in panic. He stepped closer and leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. "We have to do this," he whispered. "If we don't kiss, every rumor Delphine has been spreading will be confirmed. We have to sell it."

the officiant says with a deep voice. My jaw tightens. Dimitri presses his lips together tightly for a second and then leans towards me. My heart skips a beat. Our lips touch slowly. I close my eyes and I tilt my head to one side. I feel a tingly sensation in my stomach. His kiss is soft and kind, nothing like I expected. After a brief moment, he pulls away. The guests start to clap. It’s done, we are married.