Left-handed Kisses Novels & Stories

The kiss was fierce, fueled by a torrent of emotions—anger, desire, frustration, and an overwhelming need to dominate. His hand slid to her waist, yanking her closer and pressing their bodies together under the cold stream of water. His other hand gripped her neck, controlling the intensity of their kiss. Hailey's initial resistance melted away, her hands wrapping around his neck as she matched his fervor, their breaths mingling in the heated exchange.

gesturing to me for Damon. Damon didn't hesitate either, taking my face in his hands and pressing his lips to mine. My fingers wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. His hands slowly traveled down my body, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake and stopping just on my waist, gripping them tightly. I heard cheering and claps and some wolf whistles in the background but didn't pay much attention as I was too engulfed in this mind-blowing kiss to react.

I turned my head to the side and pushed forward again, crashing my lips into hers, deepening the kiss a little bit, my eyes never opening in the process. My left hand snaked its way up to Ahbaya’s side while her right hand was on my nape, pulling my head closer, her right hand on my chest. The second time our lips parted and met again there was a slight pause as both mouths were slightly open. Her hands were suddenly below my chin, one of her thumbs brushed my bottom lip then afterwards pressed it downward. Her tongue rolled over the inside of my mouth and finally rubbed against mine. It was halfway through our rather prolonged kissing session that I noticed that we have never kissed this wa

His left hand was pressed on the table while his other hand was on Kelly’s cheek. Something inside me seemed to explode as I realized what they were doing. They were fcking kissing! H-Her lips were on someone else’s lips…

My left arm rests against the cold wood as my right hand touches the supple skin of her cheek making it's way to her lips. "Sense always Lean. I know you're out of my league and I didn't think I could take you breaking my heart. " I use my thumb to pull that bottom lip from her teeth as I cup her face. "When I look at you all I want to do is to kiss you. I'd kill just to taste you." I lean down pressing my body completely against hers caging her against the door. She looks up at me surprised by my words. "Can I taste you, Lean? Just one taste?" I beg as I whisper against her lips. My left arm now wrapped around her waste pulling her closer to me. Her lips part prepared to respond, but I'm no

“Have you ever kissed anyone before then?” Uriel rocked her head. “Mom says you only do that to people you love.” Loki scoffed. “On the cheek? You can only kiss the people you love on the cheek? What about the lips?” Uriel gasped, holding both hands to her mouth. “Noooo, you can’t do that. Only people wanting to the stork to come kiss on the lips.”

“It is warm.” “It’s usually even hotter,” Leesa said. “The first time we held hands, he kept his gloves on so I wouldn’t feel the heat. He’s learned some control since then, so he can shake hands now when necessary without giving himself away. The biggest downside of his fire is that kissing him could kill me, so we’ve only been able to do it for five seconds at a time, with his volkaane friend watching.” Her face lit up into a big grin. “Until today, that is.”

"Just like her mother. Just like us." I turned my head and kissed him again, slower this time, lingering in the warmth of it. He kissed me back with aching tenderness, a silent dialogue of love that transcended words. When I pulled away, Ranon was already leaning in for his own. His lips were soft, his kiss deeper, more possessive, laced with primal heat and unwavering devotion. Alaric's kiss came last—confident, slow, and full of the silent reverence that always left my heart trembling, a quiet anchor to our shared reality.

Dominic smiled, his expression gentle and reassuring. He leaned forward, kissing her forehead, then her cheek. Finally, he placed a tender kiss on her lips, his lips soft and warm against hers. When he pulled away, Lucian took his place, his lips pressing firmly against hers. This kiss was deeper, more demanding, and she felt herself melting into it, returning his affection with a passion that surprised even her.

They kissed as if they were lovers who had been separated by time itself, as if they had always been meant to find each other, against all odds. The kiss lingered, soft and slow, as if time itself had paused just for them. Alaric's hand gently cupped Amaris's cheek, his touch warm and comforting, while her fingers threaded into his hair, keeping him close. Their breaths mingled in a quiet, shared moment that felt both intimate and profound.