روايات وقصص ضمن Hoodwinked Into Her First Kiss

Seventeen... Cally's POV He held me so tight in his arms that I couldn't move. Trying to resist was hard for me, he was damn strong but then I couldn't understand why my body wanted to respond to him. I tried to push myself away from him before everything could get worst but it didn't work and the worst happened. I was trying to escape from him but I admit, I had this feeling that I liked the way he was kissing me and then the worst happened, I couldn't control myself anymore, I kissed him back like crazy. Pinning me closer to him, I could feel his breathing. I loved the way he pushed me to the door, having him too close was bringing butterflies to my stomach. I didn't know but I guess, I mi

The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax. ~Next Chapter~ _________________ ____________________

I was surprised that she was so forward; then again, a high enough dosage of wolfbane tends to cause delusion. I pulled my hand away from her; her body had gone limp as sleep overtook her. I went to her bathroom and gabbed a cloth, soaking it with cold water. When I put it over her head, I saw the redness in her face begin to fade away. She sighed in relief, a small and weakened smile tugging at her lips. “That feels nice…” she whispered. I was about to turn and leave once again, but her voice stopped me in my tracks. “You were my first kiss…” she murmured.

I teased as I broke the kiss which caused her face to flush. "You're my first kiss, idiot." She rolled her eyes to hide her flushed cheeks and I smiled genuinely before letting go of her hands and she automatically wrapped them on my neck and pulled me for another sloppy kiss. I ran my tongue on her lower lip and when Hera moaned, I shoved my tongue inside her and she gasped. I explored her mouth and teased her tongue to dance with mine and she did, letting her dominate me as she was starting to buck her hips, looking for more friction.

But instead, all she could feel was the ghost of his lips still lingering on hers, soft and warm, like a memory refusing to be erased. It’d be surprising to anyone who heard, but this…this had been her first kiss. She had just had her first kiss. At twenty-two. She never had the luxury of time or freedom to entertain boyish crushes or fluttery teenage romances. Love had been a foreign concept to her,it was too expensive, too dangerous, too distracting. She had spent her entire life in survival mode. Now, out of nowhere, Adrian Sinclair had taken something so personal, so intimate. Just like that.

She gulped down her saliva, feeling her face flush with embarrassment at the sudden change in their intimacy. It was a moment that held great significance for her - her very first kiss. The experience had been nothing short of extraordinary, leaving her longing for more. Deep within, she felt an undeniable desire to continue exploring this newfound connection, knowing that there was more to come. However, conflicting emotions plagued her, whispering that this path was wrong.

He indulged her very much and immediately took her to eat delicious food nearby. After eating, the two of them came back slowly. She looked at the clear moon in front of her, and she had a daydream in her heart. She pulled him over and asked him to squat in front of the wheelchair, while she smiled and talked about many things in the past. While he wasn't paying attention, she kissed him. This was her first kiss with him. It was supposed to be romantic and beautiful, but she was completely immersed in it, but it was abruptly ruined by this hateful she-wolf.

Before she could think, his lips crashed onto hers—firm, demanding, his tongue pushing past her parted lips to claim her mouth. Clara gasped into the kiss, her hands fisting his shirt. It was her first real kiss, and it ignited something wild inside her. She kissed back tentatively, then hungrily, tasting the whiskey on his breath. Fred groaned, pressing his body against hers, his hard cock straining against his pants and poking her belly.

My first kiss. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, I had never kissed anyone before. But I had seen pack members kissing all the time at Halfmoon, and I always saw the females wrap their arms around their mates necks, so that’s what I did. I reached up and wrapped my arms around Wyatt’s neck. He immediately let go of my cheeks, and for a split second I thought he was going to pull away, but instead, he grabbed wrapped his arms around my waist and hips and pulled me closer.

And worse, because I almost gave in. My teeth had almost grazed her skin, the pulse at her neck calling to me like a song I hadn’t heard in centuries. She arched into me, hands in my hair, and all I could think about was sinking into her completely. Every instinct I’d suppressed came roaring back. The hunger. The need. The old, dangerous ache. She moaned, completely trusting. And I felt the edge of myself begin to crack. I almost bit her. I almost tasted her. And if I had, I wouldn’t have stopped.