Hoodwinked Into Her First Kiss Novels & Stories

"Give me your hand." She looked at me questioningly, her eyes soft with concern, but she held out her wrist. I took it gently and pressed a light kiss to the inner skin, sucking slightly to numb the area so it would hurt less. Then, I bit down. My fangs sank deep into her flesh, forming a temporary mindlink. She jerked slightly, her breath hitching, but she didn't pull away.

Derrick leaned in gradually, testing her will till their mouths touched. That was it. Her first kiss...and his first win.

Her cheeks were flushed, her tears still glistening, and her lips… her lips were swollen from my kiss, trembling as she tried to form words. “Why…?” Her voice was barely a whisper, her fingers still pressed against my chest, feeling my rapid heartbeat. “Why did you…?” I stared at her, wishing I could tell her the truth, but I couldn’t. Instead, I remained silent. She touched her lips, her fingers trembling. “That… that was my first kiss… you took my first kiss.” she said softly, but she didn’t sound hurt. I scoffed inwardly. She thought this was our first kiss, her first kiss. She still had no idea what happened that night. No idea how many times I’d thought of that night, haunted by the mem

The rose lipstick was smooth against my mouth, and I could feel her breath mixing with mine as the kiss deepened. Time seemed to stop completely. The afternoon light, the distant sounds of the world outside, even my own racing heartbeat – everything faded away until there was nothing but the warmth of her lips against mine, the sweet taste of her mouth, and the incredible softness of her skin beneath my hands. This was her first kiss, and somehow, it felt like mine too – like nothing before this moment had ever really mattered.

It sends her into a memory It was her first kiss with her last lover. She remembers feeling fireworks exploding inside her. She just couldn’t get enough. “—— “ she kisses back, becoming more possessive with each kiss. She pushes him back “are you sure about this ———“ she asks not wanting to rush anything. He nodded “if you want it so do I” he says. He nuzzled into her neck and bit her. She snaps back.

Deimon, oblivious to her internal turmoil, leaned in further, his warm breath whispering against her ear. "Kate," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers cascading down her spine. The air crackled with unspoken words, a yearning that seemed to mirror her own. Then, abruptly, his lips met hers. It was a clumsy collision, more awkward exploration than passionate encounter. Yet, the feeling was undeniable – a spark, a jolt of electricity that sent a rush of heat through her. It was her first kiss, a fumbled dance she'd dreamt of for years.

Though this was my first kiss, apparently, she had been practicing in the way that she took dominance. My companions, who were acting as security details, stopped the five guys chasing her right in front of us. Then they all watched me and this stranger in our make-out session, inebriating me with her electric kiss. My eyes darkened and my wolf churned inside of me as the tip of her tongue ran over mine. The little vixen took my breath away, leaving me panting as our foreheads rested on each other. Waves of current ran through us. With locked eyes, nothing else in this world existed but us two.

Sixty-Five Florence, breathless and dazed, pulled away from the kiss, felt her cheeks burning like wildfire dancing in a rainforest. She needed a moment to collect herself, to process the intensity of the moment. She breathed heavily, after all, she just had her first kiss in twenty-two years of existence and she did not hesitate it or hate it at all.

In the darkness I could just see her eyes were shut and her mouth was open so I leaned over and kissed her again. The kiss felt like she was franticly trying to suck the life from me, her movements became frenzied and her whole body was pushing against my hand. The fire in my pants was burning furiously, my dick pushing my underpants and pants straight out my full six inches. We eventually, again broke apart, staring at each other. "Wow," said Wendy beating me to my entire vocabulary, "That felt so good." "Yes." I managed a new word. We sat there in the truck no longer noticing the rain or the cold, each contemplating what we had done. I had just had my first kiss, and managed to touch a gir

he said as she pulled her hand away. She scanned the hallway—still empty. Seizing the fleeting courage of the dawn, she rose onto her toes and pressed a lingering kiss to his right cheek before bolting toward the library, a frantic giggle escaping her. She had actually done it. She had no idea what a high-born Alpha thought of such a bold move from a Latent, but she hoped it served as a tribute better than any forged blade. It was her first kiss—even if it was only a cheek—and the thrill of it made her blood sing. Did he suspect? Did he realize she had connected the cold Alpha to the warm words of her Watcher? Regardless, she didn't regret the spark of fire she'd left on his skin.