Left-handed Kisses Novels & Stories

So he did the only thing that came to him in that moment—he leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss. It was sudden, unexpected, and overwhelming. His lips were firm yet gentle, demanding yet tender. The kiss was an assertion, a way to remind her that she was still alive, still capable of feeling something other than fear. Esteria's initial shock melted into something warmer, deeper, as his kiss grew more insistent. Her hands, weak as they were, found their way to his shoulders, clutching at him as if he were her lifeline.

My attempt at teasing him makes him look up at me with a strange expression. “I’ve...never kissed anyone before,” he mumbles, looking off-screen like he wants to vanish from the call. “I just want my first kiss to be something more, you understand.” I blink, caught off guard. “That’s weirdly sweet.” I admit, because it really is. “Okay. No lip kissing. Cheek kissing is okay, what of forehead kissing? Or just random hand brushing?” “I-uh-cheek is fine. I think. Probably. If I have a warning, forehead might make me a bit faint, and the hand thing-um, maybe? But not too much- my hands get all clammy and I get nervous.”

"Kiss the person to your left. With tongue." She was to my left. My breath caught as she turned toward me, one hand sliding to the back of my neck. Her breasts pressed softly against my chest as she pulled me in. The kiss was fire–her lips soft but demanding, tongue teasing mine until I melted into it. She tasted like cherry vodka and sweet. When she pulled back, her eyes were dark with promise. "Good boy," she whispered, just loud enough for me to hear.

Lisa's lips parted slightly, inviting. Sarah glanced at Alex, who nodded encouragingly. Then, she turned to Lisa and leaned in. Their lips met softly at first, a tentative kiss that tasted of wine and lipstick. Lisa's hand cupped Sarah's cheek, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened, tongues sliding against each other, wet and warm. Sarah's heart raced as she felt Lisa's breath quicken. The husbands watched, transfixed. Alex's pants grew tight as he saw his wife's mouth open for another woman. Mike shifted in his seat, his hand rubbing his growing bulge.

Hellena let out a soft moan between their joined lips, the intimate sound escaping naturally as Kael's warm tongue lightly brushed against her lips, silently asking for permission to deepen the kiss. Hearing his name spoken in such a surrendering tone, Kael deepened the kiss. His left hand slid up to the nape of Hellena's neck, threading through her long black hair that had now come loose, gently supporting her head so their lips could fit together even more perfectly. Meanwhile, his right arm remained wrapped around Hellena's soft waist, pulling her full figure even closer into the warmth of his broad embrace.

His large, strong hands came up and gripped my waist tightly, pulling me flush against his hard chest until there was absolutely no space left between us. His lips were incredibly soft, warm, and demanding. He tasted like the champagne he had been sipping. He didn't just hold still; he actively leaned into the kiss, tilting his head to press his mouth deeper against mine. It wasn't a light, polite kiss for show. It was a deep, passionate, heart-stopping kiss that made my soul shake.

Arthur uttered in a mocking tone, and it was clear that his statement was a lie. He had simply lied. "A forehead kiss is a sign of adoration and affection. So this means that I adore you and like you, but kissing you on the lips isn't appropriate right now because I want us to start over." I explained to Mister Handsome because he had stated that he didn't understand what I meant. "Did you know that in some situations, a kiss on the forehead is used to impose distance? Or are you trying to end our relationship?" He inquired, acting as though he was about to cry.

The room seemed to pulse with the weight of unspoken words as Felix gently pulled her closer, his hands resting on her waist. Their lips met in a bittersweet collision, a tender farewell that conveyed the depth of their connection. The kiss was a paradox, both passionate and sorrowful, a lingering taste of what could have been. Felix's lips moved against hers with a kind of urgency, as if he was trying to etch this moment into his memory.

Our faces were dangerously close, and the temptation was overwhelming. Then, I looked around and saw Caleb dancing with a human woman. Their lips were softly touching. A wave of confusion coursed through my body. “What are they doing, Hunter?” Hunter looked in Caleb and the woman's direction, his eyes filled with understanding. “That's a kiss, Fierce. Humans often do it during a dance.” I furrowed my brow, trying to understand. “A kiss? But what is a kiss?” Hunter sighed gently, as if considering how to explain it to me. “A kiss is a gesture of affection and tenderness. It usually involves touching your lips to someone else's lips.”

Mine going way above and beyond for all I have endured. But then, in a sudden and unexpected gesture, Alpha Caden's hand shot out, gripping my chin firmly and tilting my head back, his touch both commanding and possessive. Before I could protest or react, his lips crashed down on mine in a fierce and demanding kiss that left me reeling.