Novel & Cerita Left-handed Kisses

He crashed his lips back down onto hers with a devastating, unyielding force that utterly consumed her scream. This kiss was entirely different from the last. It was raw, demanding, and dripping with an ancient, starving desperation. He parted her lips with a brutal, possessive swipe of his tongue, tasting her deeply, claiming every hidden corner of her mouth as if he were trying to swallow her whole. Rosalie whimpered, her hands tightening into useless fists above her head as the ropes held her captive. She tried to fight the kiss, tried to pull her head back, but Dominic’s grip on her neck was like a vice of solid iron.

I extended my bare right hand, my combat gloves still tucked under my left arm. Kael gripped it, but instead of the standard wrist-lock, he flipped my palm upward, raised it to his jaw, and pressed his mouth directly into the center of my hand. He let his sharp fangs graze the skin for a fraction of a second, closed my fingers over the phantom mark, and let go.

Of course he knew that I won't refuse his advance. "I want you to kiss me." I whispered. He grabbed my wrist and tugged me off my chair. I landed on his lap, my legs on either side of his lap. He wrapped his hand around my neck and kissed my cheek, then my lip. I've noticed that he love wrapping his hand around my neck. Is he involve in BDSM? Don't think about it, Leilani. Enjoy the kiss. I was so lost in the kiss, our tongue tangling against each other. He taste good. He taste of whiskey and strawberry.

He set his glass on the balcony, his hand then finding its way to the small of my back so that he could draw me in to him. His eyes shone as if the stars themselves burned within. He leaned forward and brushed his lips across mine. The sensation made my spine feel like it was made of champagne, bubbly and ready to float away. I pressed my lips against his, begging for a better taste. He opened his mouth, the effervescence of champagne permeating my senses. I smiled as I moaned softly. All I wanted was to drink his champagne kisses.

He could feel her emotions, it was one of his many gifts bestowed unto him by the Heavens and right now, she was angry and embarrassed? Why? The female wolves back in his kingdom always wanted him to kiss their hands at every chance they get. There would be a line of female wolves wanting to 'greet' him at his door every morning. Some snuck into his bed at night to offer him more than just a kiss on the hand or on the cheek but he wasn't interested in that and always paid them off, handsomely. So it had become second nature for him to kiss the back of a girl's hand as a basic form of courtesy.

Damien had never been so straightforward before, sure he used to argue with Carcel about these things but he had never gone as far as attempting to actually do them. She walked back to her room in a daze, still not being able to process what had just happened. She lay down on her bed, staring at the back of her hand where he had kissed when it dawned on her that he had kissed her right hand. Kion had kissed her left hand since it was common knowledge that only couples would kiss their significant other on their right hand. She could not sleep well that night as she had another headache thinking about what on earth could be wrong with all of them.

So I tried to push him, but he was extremely muscular and strong. He raised his chin to my face, wiped away my tears, and kissed my forehead. I stole a glance at him and stared into his eyes. His eyes were softer. He kissed my tears and told me, "Take care of yourself, baby. I am giving you the time and space you need right now. But keep in mind that you are possessed by a monster. So never disobey me". And he left the alley, leaving me alone, confused, and tired. Kisses on the forehead mean much more than kisses on the lips. It represents the person's care, affection, and respect, whereas a kiss on the lips represents passion, lust, and perhaps love as well. He confused me with his actions

The kiss was passionate but not aggressive or rough. He nipped on her lips slowly, his tongue was trying to dominate hers neither was he attempting to bite her lips. He was taking everything so softly. He sucked her bottom lips then her up lip, her tongue stuck out of her mouth again and she brushed it against his tongue. Their lips parted for a second and met again, their tongue danced around each other. Twirling in each other's mouth, allowing their sweetness to exchange and dissolve. He took his left hand to the back of her neck then tilted his head to another angle.

She gritted her teeth and kept looking at them angrily while Celeste gave her a side eye to see if she was still there. As she saw her stand there, she muttered inwardly, 'She can see that we are together, why don't she leave? Or is she waiting to see us make out right here?' Suddenly he grabbed her hand and turned her around. Finding herself pinched against the wall this time and him standing so close to her, Celeste gulped hard. "Rh..." "That's not how lovers kiss." "Huh?" "Your hands..." Leaning closer, he gently held her hand then he softly kissed her palm before placing it at the back of his neck. "... Should be here. And your eyes should be all on me."

I extended my thumb, slowly and gently rubbing his lower lip back and forth. As his lips parted slightly, I immediately covered his mouth with mine. I gave him a gentle kiss, and as we separated, a soft, embarrassed "mmph" sound escaped, making him blush. He shyly lowered his head, but I quickly lifted it again, holding his chin. This time, I didn't just give a gentle kiss. I sucked, licked, nibbled, and pressed firmly, thoroughly savoring the moment.