Left-handed Kisses Novels & Stories

His kisses trail lightly, like the wind brushing across the water, and I tilt my head so he can reach just a little further. Meanwhile, Evren lifts my hand and presses a soft kiss to my knuckles. The gentle pressure makes my fingers tingle and curl slightly. I also feel Luca press close to my side, resting his lips on my left shoulder. The simple contact, the brush of his lips against my skin, makes a slow warmth ripple down my back.

He slowly leans in and places his lips on mine moving it quickly, his hand on my cheek. This kiss is so gross, but I'm tipsy as fuck so I don't care at this point. The kiss lasted for about 10 seconds then I pulled away. I open my eyes to look at him and his cheeks are red. Aw he has a little crush, well he's going to get over it soon because I don't feel the same way. I look over to see Gina smirking, then to see Heaven... mad? Her face looks disgusted and I don't blame her, the kiss was gross.

With one hand, he squeezed my buttocks and with the other hand held the back of my head, deepening the kiss. Automatically, my hands ran over his wet hair. Our tongues clashed in an intense battle for dominance. Suddenly, he bit my lower lip. I winced and broke the kiss. His blackened eyes were charged with lust and traces of love. My punctured lip healed and he wiped the blood from my mouth with his thumb and licked it, swallowing.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

Yet she didn’t pull away. The kiss deepened. Antonio's lips moved confidently against hers, leaving no room for hesitation. His hand slid to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her long hair as he drew her closer. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, coaxing them open before slipping inside, turning the kiss into something far more heated and passionate.

"Okay, I'll continue if you enjoyed it so much." Charlotte continued the pleasure of a sweet kiss on her husband's soft cheek. This time he did it a little deep like he was sucking nectar while watching his handsome face flashing. While Gabriel didn't want to let her do it alone, therefore, he also did a sweet kiss on her red cheek with affection. If someone sees this action from behind, it looks like they are kissing each other on the lips, even if they are only doing it on the cheek.

he repeated, his voice dead serious. “Here…” I whispered as I slowly placed my left hand in his awaiting hand. I saw Hayden’s lips curve into a satisfied smile in the dimly lit room as he felt my left hand in his. With his head still on my lap, Hayden brought my left hand up to his lips and kissed its palm. His kiss on my palm was soft and sweet. He planted small kisses all over my palm before slowly progressing to my fingers, kissing them from the base to my fingertips in turn.

Time seems to stand still as they get lost in the intoxicating moment, their bodies drawing closer in a warm embrace. In the midst of their passionate connection, Kalix's hand finds its way to her left thigh, caressing it with a delicate touch. He cherishes her, savoring the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. They continue to kiss, their breathing synchronized, as their desires intertwine in a dance of shared affection.

His hand flew to the back of my neck, his long fingers tangling in my wet hair, and he slammed his mouth down onto mine. The kiss wasn't gentle, and it wasn't comforting. It was a brutal, dominant claim. He shoved his tongue deep into my mouth, tasting like mint and raw desire, taking everything I had to give and demanding more. I gasped into the kiss, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, lifting myself up on my tiptoes just to get closer to him.

He leaned forward and kissed my left nipple gently and then he kissed the right nipple in as sweet of a fashion. Back and forth he kissed, steadily his kisses became deeper and wetter and lasted longer. I stared at his head pressed to me in clear adoration of the prize that he had captured with his mouth with nothing but gentle force, even as he lightly held both of my hands behind my back in a clear statement that I was his and meant entirely for his enjoyment. I got that. It was Biblical. It was Biblical in a way that all Western cultures had seemed to lose complete sight of. With every possessive suckling kiss, he made upon me my thighs, ground together in an ever passionate need for more