Hoodwinked Into Her First Kiss 소설 & 이야기

He whispered on her lips and she obliged. He was savoring her mouth with her tongue. He was an expert in kissing, and it was her first kiss. The dim light adored their skin, while the moon was witnessed to their first kiss. She couldn't stand the way he is sucking her soul from her mouth. She put her hand on his arms letting him know she needs air, and finally, he left her lips. She took big gulps of air before looking at him, her face turning red like beetroot and her eyelashes lowered in shyness.

“—you’re gonna kiss all of them. One by one.” The first man stepped close. She kissed him. Sloppy. Open-mouthed. Tongue-first. While the fifth man slid into her from beneath. She cried out. Moaned into the kiss. Bounced again. Again. While she kissed them all. The second. The fourth. The third again. And each of them groaned against her mouth, one hand on their cock, the other gripping her hair, guiding her, tasting her, using her tongue like it was theirs.

I want to fuck you," he whispers so seductively into my ear. He starts licking my earlobe. I shudder, and soon he kisses me. I moan his name. My wolf, Amanda, loves her mate's touch. He exacerbates the kiss more as he cups my boobs. The pleasure I’m feeling is too much for me to handle, as I shiver beneath him. I am kissed softly as he moves down my neck. His hands move down my body, exploring every corner as I moan in pleasure. His lips find mine again and I give in to the sensation, lost in the moment. His kisses ignite a passion that I never knew existed.

At this point, she was aware that it was a male savoring her lips so hungry, but she couldn't still tell who exactly it was that her wolf couldn't resist even at that point. She forced herself to resist those kisses, but the enthusiasm was becoming so deep that she never wanted a scotch. It was her first kiss, and it turned out to be in the dark with a stranger. The feelings were made irresistible when she felt the softness of a palm on her thigh, followed by a scotch to the kiss. Her body was too hurt and her heart was beating faster. Who is this that she wants so bad? She thought of how annoying it would be if she lost her virginity to a stranger in the dark.

She watched me, and I was fascinated with her face and the tiny expressions of change that would dart across them. She closed her eyes, arching her head back, exposing her long, sleek neck. I leaned down and kissed her neck, my tongue darting out and touching her, running the length of her jaw line, smelling her hair, nibbling an ear lobe kissing her cheek, and slowly moving my lips over hers until I was kissing her for the first time.

I smiled and stepped closer to her, “Can I kiss you?” She smiled and nodded. I cupped her cheeks and brushed my lips against hers staring right into her eyes. I closed my eyes and pressed against her soft plumped lips, tasting like watermelon. I felt her shiver as I kissed her gently and slowly knowing this was her first time kissing. I gently teased her lips with my tongue to see if she would part her lips and she did. I slipped my tongue in her mouth causing her to gasp.

Her lips are moistened by the soup, making him want to taste her. Ulric just looked at her and kissed her with a lowered head. Perhaps because of her weakness, or the shyness of sharing a spoon, Gwen did not push him away. It was her first kiss, and her eyes widened as she let Ulric kiss her lips and lick her tongue.

It ignited something within me. My resolve crumbled, and I kissed her with a hunger I could no longer deny. Her neck was an intoxicating path as I trailed kisses down it, her arching into my touch, making my desire grow strong. As our bodies intertwined, the wolf within me surged forward, and before I knew it, I bit down into her delicate, soft neck. She cried out, but with pleasure, not pain, and our bond ignited at that moment, a fiery connection unlike anything I'd experienced before.

she breathed, her voice a plea, a question. I kissed her, slow at first, then desperate, pouring every apology, every promise into it. She kissed me back, fierce and breaking, her hands in my hair, pulling me closer. It wasn’t lust, it was survival, two people drowning and holding on. Her lips trembled against mine, tears mixing with the heat, and I felt her heart, her trust, fracturing and reforming in my arms.

And Uncle Ivan had been threatening her, slapping her when the handsome young stranger had shown up, beating up her uncle and his goons and kissing her. Her first kiss. Karina let the voices of her aunt, who was haranguing her, fade as she peeled the potatoes and lost herself in the thoughts of the man who had kissed her. It had been her very first kiss. She smiled inwardly as she furtively touched her plump lips and blushed. It had felt nice. HE had felt nice, warm, and smiling that rakish grin which had her stomach churn and a strange feeling begin in the pit of her stomach…