Romans & histoires Hoodwinked Into Her First Kiss

The years melted away, and I found myself transported to the very first time our lips had met, the moment our love story had begun. As the kiss deepened, a symphony of sensations engulfed me. The soft nibbling of her lower lip elicited a low moan, a primal response that echoed the intensity of my desire for her. Our breaths mingled, becoming one as we surrendered ourselves to the intoxicating dance of passion and love.

She's awakened again. I hold back my desire, craving, and hunger, yet the more he touches me, the stronger his scent wraps me around, and I lose that control. Slowly, my resistance withers away. My lips part for him, letting his tongue entangle with mine. We kiss deeply and passionately, feeling each other's breath. It was my first kiss. His hands are running all over my body, tingling my skin, arousing me. For some reason, my wolf only reacts to him, only him.

THIRD POV (Author's POV) She closed her eyes by instinct to savor the moment. This was her first kiss, given by a stranger who also happened to be her husband and a wolf. She pushed herself further, making her insecurities devoid of any emotions. She just wanted her first kiss to be perfect and gave it her all. Naively yet cutely as she tried to imitate his gestures. With an eagerness that amazed her, she dug her tongue into his mouth and twirled it around.

she said shyly, looking up at him through her lashes. "I like you," he said, his fingers tracing her jaw. With a gentle touch, he brought her lips up to meet his. Willow felt as if the earth had crumbled around them, spinning quickly and then jerking to a stop, swallowing them whole. She kissed him hungrily. If she were going to hell, she was going to go with knowing what love's first kiss tasted like. He grasped her hair tightly at the nape of her neck, urging her closer. She wrapped her arms around his neck, consuming his scent, letting it fill her. Letting it be her downfall.

At first, she stumbled through the kissing, but it didn’t take her to be more graceful. When I felt her hand move to my wrist, I deepened the kiss. Using my tongue to lick her lips, she opened her mouth for me. Sticking my tongue in, I began to explore her mouth. It didn’t take her long to join in and our tongues danced around together with ease.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, and her tongue swept into my mouth, tasting whiskey and sadness and something achingly real. It was our first kiss. But it didn't feel like the first time, and for someone like me, who never enjoyed mouth-to-mouth, this was... exciting. Her hands slid down to the base of my neck and her lips left mine, trailing lower, brushing against the sensitive skin beneath my jaw. I groaned, barely able to think. Was it the alcohol making her bold... or was this just who she truly was beneath all the restraint? Either way—I wanted more. Her tongue traced a slow line along my jaw, and I shivered, closing my eyes as control slipped through my fingers.

It seemed his right hand had a mind of its own, landing on the back of her head, pulling her closer, while his other hand held her waist, securing her. Without hesitation, he lowered his face to hers and initiated a passionate, soul-stirring kiss. Winter's eyes widened, and she wanted to protest, but it only made it easier for him to access the inside of her mouth. Her hands were glued to his chest as he deepened the kiss. Winter couldn't help but moan and close her eyes; this was her first real kiss ever.

Our kiss broke for just a moment as I yanked it down her ankles and then tossed it aside. Elizabeth's posture gave me a good glimpse of her bare pussy for just a quick moment. It also gave me a good idea of just how flexible she was. Folded up like an accordion atop me, she suddenly dove in for my neck like a hungry vampire out for blood. We both moaned softly as she kissed around my neck. She then latched deeply into my flesh and sucked hard upon it in a way that made the air escape my lungs and drop my jaw in awe. It was the first time anyone ever gave me an actual hickey. Though startling, I couldn't say I didn't like it.

Her mind was in deep jeopardy. Oh no! My first kiss was just stolen! Alec stole my first kiss!!!

His teeth as bit down onto her bottom lips, and it hurts. For all her eighteen years, she had never experienced a first kiss. Heck, she had never been in love. Her first love with classic music, not a man. The first time a man’s lip had touched hers, and had bitten down onto her lips, she felt the pain. Her very first kiss with a man she had never imagined it will be was painful. She screamed out loud, crying, as she started to hit and kick him as she tried to get him off of her, calling him all sorts of names. “Pervert! Sicko! Molester!”