Left-handed Kisses Novels & Stories

Max's POV 🌶️🌶️ His hand moves to my jaw, tilting my face up as he leans in. This kiss is different—slow, deliberate, every brush of his lips setting me on fire. His tongue slips into my mouth, claiming me with a possessiveness that makes my blood sing. My hands fist in his shirt, pulling him closer as I deepen the kiss, our bodies pressed together from chest to hip.

- She stubbornly protested. - I mean, you can't kiss like that, even if it's me. - Why? - Because… because that kiss is not as friendly as a cheek kiss. - You mean we should kiss each other on the cheek, right? - Right. We should kiss on the cheek. When he finished speaking, he noticed Lucasta looking at him. And then she jumped up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the cheek, making him immobilized again. The kisses on the right cheek, and then the left cheek made him unable to see anything.

His lips were soft yet commanding, conveying a mixture of desire and possessiveness. Leanda, still caught in the whirlwind of emotions, hesitated for a brief moment before surrendering to the kiss. She felt a surge of electricity course through her body as their lips melded together, their mouths moving in sync. Alarick's grip tightened around her, his arms enveloping her in a protective embrace, while his other hand cradled her cheek, his touch both tender and firm.

Alexander left a love bite on her neck while Marianne kept her fist tightly clenched, trying to steady herself. It was more than she could resist. He pulled back from her neck, his lips finding hers again with a fierce hunger, like a lion claiming its prey. This was the first time they had shared a kiss this deep, and it felt incredible. Marianne's hands instinctively slid up to the back of his neck, holding him close as their lips moved in a passionate exchange.

Her face was so small that his palm could easily cover half of it. He kissed her lightly, once, then again. Lena was forced to tilt her head upward, her hands clutching at his collar, and her lips parted involuntarily. His other hand slid to her waist, guiding her back until she was pressed against the wall, unable to retreat. This kiss was gentler than any she had ever experienced. When she let out a soft whimper, Alaric opened his eyes halfway, still leaning against her lips. His gaze flicked down to her, taking in her tightly shut eyes and the way her fingers gripped his shirt with all her strength.

Our gazes locked, holding us in a breathless suspension. Slowly, I closed my eyes and leaned in, tilting my head to close the final inch between us. My aim was slightly off to the left, and the tip of my nose lightly brushed against his, a quiet chuckle escaping my lips at the clumsy angle. Even with his eyes closed, he must have felt the vibration of my smile against his skin. I adjusted my weight, tilting my head a bit more until our lips finally met in a soft, sweet, and lingering kiss.

But just like Vance… he got hard again almost immediately. Yep, I’m not ever going to be walking straight again. No wonder all the damn women here float around with permanent smiles. We’re both an absolute panting mess and he softens enough to fall out of me. He starts to set me on the floor but my legs already protest, I turn and quickly wrap my wrists around his neck for stability. He of course, takes it as a cue to give me more. He bends to kiss me as one of his hands roam my back and the other finds a boob he likes. Vance is a leftie, Liam a right and Christian doesn’t discriminate. Hilarious. I’m willing to bet they don’t even realize it.

Liam grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss. He didn't go for soft nibbles or teasing tugs; he crashed his lips against hers like a hot, fiery glaze. His tongue met the roof of her mouth, dragging a moan from her. His one hand caressed her waist while his other held her jaw, angling her face just right for his tongue to delve deeper.

These strange people, I knew it; they must want to protest because I supported Brian not kissing Ashley. "You disappointed Ashley, and it's not fair, Brian. We felt the same way!" Jeremy chimed in. Sam nodded in agreement. They were acting like children, and I couldn't help but find my two friends amusing. How could they force someone to kiss a woman like that? "What's not fair about it? Weren't you all conspiring to get me to kiss that girl? I won't do it; it's foolish. Besides, a kiss on the forehead is much better and more meaningful. If you understand, a kiss on the forehead signifies affection, while a kiss on the lips is just an ordinary expression of desire. I'm not like you guys; I r

He leaned in, casting his shadow over me, and captured my lips in a kiss. This time, it wasn't the ruthless, punishing kiss of his kind. It was a soft, breathtakingly sweet kiss, an agonizingly tender pressure that mirrored the exact way he had kissed me that night at my bedroom door when he was tipsy. His lips parted mine with a gentle, coaxing warmth, tasting faintly of the champagne we had shared at dinner. As his mouth moved against mine with a slow, hypnotic rhythm, his hand on my thigh softened, his thumb tracing soothing, intoxicating circles against my sensitive skin.