Left-handed Kisses Novels & Stories

His lips brushed against hers, tentative at first, as if he was savoring the moment before fully committing to the kiss. Avery's breath hitched as their lips met in a slow, deliberate kiss. Cruz's lips were soft and warm, moving against hers with a gentle but insistent pressure. The kiss was a dance, a slow and sensual exploration of each other's desires. It was as if Cruz was pouring all of his emotions into that kiss, letting her feel the depth of his affection and the intensity of his feelings.

[Ayu's POV] My head was lowered while walking towards the class. Some people noticed me, not as usual. I thought, is there something wrong with my appearance today? I felt a hand wrapped around my waist, suddenly made me turn to the side and suddenly a man gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Morning, my girlfriend" said the man. I rolled my eyes in embarrassment. I pushed his shoulders, to get away from me. I'm afraid there are teachers who see our romantic scene. If caught, really embarrassing, right?

But I look away and proceeds with brushing my teeth. He walks to the door and I feel a bit disappointed. I spit out the froth from my mouth, feeling sad. I should have agreed to give him a kiss. He grabs the door knob. But then he suddenly turns around and barges to me. He engulfs me in a back hug and presses his lips on my right cheeks. " I love you.", he whispers in my ears and then tilts his head, kissing my left cheek causing tingles to erupt in my stomach. No words leave my mouth as my entire body freeze at his action.

His fingers dug into my hips, pressing me flush against him. My heart pounded wildly. My entire body tingled. Liam stepped forward next, his hand cupping my cheek as he leaned in. Unlike the others, his kiss was slow, sweet, yet just as intense. He took his time, savoring the moment, his lips brushing over mine before he deepened it, leaving me wanting for more.

Calanthe said, and she sealed her mouth over his. The kiss was not gentle. It was a collision of opposites, a battle for dominance. Her heat met his cool stillness, her silken persuasion against his granite will. His lips were firm, demanding, and she opened for him without hesitation, her tongue tangling with his in a wet, deep clash. He tasted of dark places and old magic, a flavor that was utterly intoxicating. She moaned into his mouth, her hands sliding from his neck to his shoulders, feeling the incredible, rigid strength of him.

She wrapped her arms around one of her companions, and her chuckle drowned in between the two pairs of lips. Felicia continued her soft but passionate kiss. Her left hand rested sensually on her lover’s chest as her mouth tasted his lips. As the kiss intensified, her hand slowly went up his neck, then up his cheek and onto the back of his head, her fingers entwining in between strands of hair as she grabbed a firm hold of him.

I turned around and walked away from the rooftop. We had walked some distance when I realized my body was trembling slightly. Anya stayed beside me. She spoke tentatively, as though testing the waters. “Leigh, in Rosavia, taking a woman’s hand like that means you’re courting her. You’re supposed to make things official afterward.” I stared at her in complete confusion. “What?” She nodded with a perfectly serious expression. “Oh, get lost.” I lightly tapped the top of her head with my phone. “In Rosavia, kissing someone on both cheeks is considered a polite greeting, and now, you’re telling me holding hands is practically a proposal?”

her husband growled in disbelief. “That’s out of habit. We’ve been friends for so long that we tend to forget and do that sometimes,” Vivian replied nervously. “Do what?” he barked even angrier now. He must have misunderstood what she meant. His aura grew darker. “Blew goodbye kisses when we part. It was supposed to be a kiss on the cheek, like with other female friends. But since he is biologically a male, it would seem inappropriate so we say goodbye like that instead.”

He enveloped his left hand into her waist as the other one touches her left cheek and he deepened the kiss. Slowly, his kisses went down to her neck which makes her arch her back and lift her face to give him better access. Tasting every inch of her skin, Zero’s hands went down to her butt and massaged it circularly after that, he squeezed it—might be thinking it was a massage ball. “Ahh…” she moaned when his lips enveloped her left nipple, sucked it harshly pushing her a little aback to suck it comfortably. When done on that side, he sucked her other nipple, savoring it totally.

His lips are so tender, so sweet, and so gentle. Darn! I want to kiss him for, at least, the whole day. The moment our lips started moving, I knew I didn't want just a peck or a kiss that would last for a few seconds. I wanted something deep; if possible, I wanted this kiss to last forever. He wraps one hand around my back, the other one moving to the back of my neck to keep me steady. Together, we dive deep into this sin. The sweetest sin His touch is magical, and his kiss is undeniably the same. He seeks permission to enter my mouth, and I willingly grant it. Without thinking and without holding back, I let him in, and our tongues took off on the adventure.