Latched At First Sight Novels & Stories

My eyes darted down, and before I could even process what was happening, my lips brushed lightly against his. My breath hitched, and I instantly pulled back, startled. Lucian’s eyes were open now, staring directly into mine, half-lidded with the haze of someone who had just woken up. His gaze was sharp despite his grogginess, and it locked onto mine like a magnet.

he confessed. My heart skipped a beat. "I'm already there," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. Our lips met in a gentle, exploratory kiss. The world exploded in a riot of colors and emotions, our connection igniting like a wildfire. We broke apart, gasping for air, our eyes shining with wonder. "Love at first sight?" Lucas asked, his smile radiant. I nodded, my heart soaring. "Absolutely." In that instant, we both knew that our lives would never be the same. We'd found our missing piece, our soulmate, in each other.

He looked down at me with those intense green eyes, dark and stormy with raw lust, but there was also a surprising patience and tenderness in his gaze that made my heart stutter. “You did so well, Harper,” he murmured softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from my flushed, sweaty face with surprising gentleness. “But we’re not even close to being done yet. I want to take your virginity properly. I want to make your first time unforgettable. Slow at first… I want you to feel every single thick inch of me stretching you open.”

The moment that my eyes closed; I saw it. I saw her. It was a scene that felt so real that for a moment I honestly thought that I was there and that I had seen it before. The first thing that captured my attention was the movement of her red lips as she smiled. Although her face wasn’t clear, I could tell that she was very pretty. Her eyes widened and then lit up as if she had just seen someone that she had longed to see. ‘Leo!’

he saw me. He froze for a second, his gaze flicking up and down my body, sizing me up like I was just another man in his way. I saw him lick his lips —actually lick his fucking lips— as his eyes roamed over me like he was assessing a threat, or worse, a rival. Was that fucking LUST in his eyes? I snapped.

I want her to know how I felt when I saw her the first time and how it kept affecting me ever since we met. I get closer to her until there's no space between us. I look at her amber eyes. Human traits. You can't really say what you first noticed in another human. If someone accurately says it, they are lying. But at some point, I knew I noticed her eyes first. "When I walked towards you that day", I say and find the curiosity building in her eyes. "I just saw a random woman from a distance. And as I kept getting closer and closer, that face kept being more visible, more clear. I saw how you were looking at someone who was threatening you and speaking bitter things to you and that woman happ

Beth The elevator ride down was quiet. Too quiet. Because my brain was screaming. Love at first sight? He said love at first sight. And he didn’t say it like a slip. He said it like a fact. Like he’d been holding it in for months. Like he meant it. I shifted beside him, heart pounding, and looked up. “Love at first sight?” His eyes met mine instantly—steady, unflinching. “As I said, from the moment I first saw you. It wasn’t lust. I felt it deeper.”

—and it ignites a flicker of desire deep within me. My eyes flutter shut involuntarily, seeking refuge from the intensity of his gaze. It's the first time he's used that particular phrase, and I can't deny the way it sends a thrill coursing through me, awakening something primal and untamed. But even as I revel in the sensation, a part of me resists, pushing back against the flood of conflicting emotions. I refuse to succumb to his words, to the tantalizing allure of his presence. And yet, despite my best efforts, I can't deny the undeniable pull he exerts over me.

My brain shut down as the stranger’s face came into view, the man she had been speaking to. Dark hair. Eyes that seemed ordinary at first glance yet drew me in with something I couldn’t name. The lean, confident posture. He was the stranger from last night. Every nerve in my body froze. My hand, halfway extended in a polite shake, hung there suspended. His gaze flicked to mine. What looked like recognition sparked immediately, yet his mouth curved into a smile so casual it made my pulse stutter. He claspedmy hand firmly, tone smooth and playful. “Oh, heyyy, Devin right? I’m Adrian.”

“Well, the name’s Nick. And you are?” “Not interested. I’m not interested.” She glared at him for a moment and in a few seconds that their eyes met, he felt something strange. Was that what they call ‘love at first sight’? He laughed at himself and shook his head. No, it was just a simple case of attraction, which has happened to him many times before. The woman suddenly stood up with her shoulder bag and left him alone. He followed her with his gaze until she sat down at an empty table in a distance.