Hoodwinked Into Her First Kiss Novels & Stories

Lucia rested her back, on the wall beside the bed. Her lips were a little swollen due to the kiss. She was reminiscing about the mind-blowing kiss. It was her first kiss, and she never thought it was going to happen like that. She heard a knock on the door.

There was nothing left to do but completely cover the space between and she didn’t need to try because in a second he crashed his lips into hers. The room stilled The music sounded like murmurs It was her first kiss and she had it with a handsome stranger at a masked party. It was the perfect end to her dream

They remained like that for the next thirty seconds before she finally pulled away from him and stood up. "That was my first kiss. I have just given my heart to you. Handle it with care," She winked at him, and his heart fluttered...

But maybe that was because I’d never kissed another. I didn’t do kisses. I always went straight to sex. No strings. No softness. That was the rule. That had always been the fucking rule. But this wolf? She changed something. I didn’t know what. But she was my first. And already, she was addicting. Her kiss had just started to consume me when Ravenna’s voice broke into my mind like ice water on fire. 'Hey, Alpha. Still awake? I’m bored… want to chat?'

Or perhaps a predator waiting patiently for prey to return. … By the time Navia made it back to Harrison Group, her heart was still pounding violently against her ribs. She scrubbed furiously at her lips while rushing into the restroom at the far end of the hallway. She washed her mouth over and over again, but she could still taste the faint metallic trace of blood lingering behind. That had been her first kiss. Her very first kiss. Furious, Navia kicked the metal pipe beneath the sink hard enough to make it rattle violently.

“O-oh, I just kissed him!! “Oh, fuck! That was my first kiss!! “What have you done, Jill?!” As Wayne’s figure disappeared in the distance, she sat alone, her fingers unconsciously brushing against her lips—the same lips that had stolen a kiss. His scent still lingered in the air, teasing her senses, while the warmth of the moment played over and over in her mind. She had joked about it countless times, but to actually do it? That was something she never thought she’d have the guts for. And yet, she did it anyway.

It seared straight through her composure, straight through her chest, and down to the very core of her being. Whatever the mate bond did to her, she wanted more of it. She didn’t even register the moment Owen’s mouth closed over hers. Her eyes widened, and her heart skipped a beat. But Alpha Owen kissed her like he was claiming what was rightfully his. His tongue moved against hers, slow and dominating. It was her first kiss, and it felt like something divine was unfolding inside her. His hand gripped her ass roughly, dragging her against him. She gasped into his mouth, her legs almost giving out as her chest molded to his.

It was a small drop of moisture, but it felt like a river of sorrow running down her face. But then, something happened that she didn't expect. Instead of a harsh, cold kiss, she felt Adam's lips brush against hers softly. It was a gentle kiss, full of tenderness and care. And for a moment, she forgot about everything else - the forced marriage, the pain of being trapped in this nightmare. In that moment, it was just her and Adam, and it felt like the world had melted away. She found herself drawn into the kiss, savoring the feeling of his lips against hers. She couldn't explain it, but it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

She turned away shyly. The lip ring leaned in on her. He guided his lips to her neck and kissed it. A kiss that gently developed into a suck. She let out a breath filled with soft moans, broken by shallow gasps as the cold ring on his lips tickled her skin. Overwhelmed by her burning desire, she clutched her legs tightly around his waist and swivelled her hips beneath him. He sucked lightly from her neck up to her jaws and cheeks.

I skidded to a stop behind the old shed, leaning against the damp wood, hood falling forward as I tried to catch my breath. I stood there, shaking my head, trying to erase the memory of his lips on mine. Stupid werewolf. Stupid hot spring. Stupid… everything. I lifted my fingers hesitantly to my mouth. That was my very first kiss. Why was it like that? Why did it feel like the warmth had seeped under my skin and spread to my fingertips? Why had I frozen instead of pushing him away the moment he kissed me? Why had I let him lean in again? Why had I responded?