Left-handed Kisses Novels & Stories

He tastes like heaven. There is a party at the resort where more friends and family are waiting. They can continue to wait. For this moment, I am with the love of my life, and we are celebrating what we have. It took us a long time to finally get it right, but now, the world is ours. Our businesses run together. Our hearts run together. Our worlds are now one. The wind dances around us, gentle and soft. This kiss is so very different than our hurricane kisses, but yet the same. Love has tempered the storm and made it so that things are now bright and sunny. We are kissing in the sunshine, but thankful for our hurricane kisses.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

It kept me guessing, forever keeping things interesting, and never grew tiresome. The one distinguishable consistency was how they kissed me. Lucas was the first to dominate me with a searing ardent kiss, parting my lips with his tongue and then sliding it against mine as I reciprocated. Mason’s kiss was softer and filled with tenderness. Grayson's kiss was suggestive, his oral skills mirroring the way he loved to flick against my clit. Alex's kiss was possessive, controlling, and full of an intensity that always left me panting for more.

He rested his back on the right hand of the couch and with his uninjured hand on her back, he brought her closer, not pulling out. Arabella closed her eyes and reciprocated the kiss with the same vigor, he stared down at her fluttering eyelashes, she was so sweet, her lips were soft and warm, and her scent wafted into his nostrils, he gently bit her lips, she winced and opened up, and with that, he dived into her mouth to find her tongue. Arabella moved her hands to his chest, making sure to not touch his left hand, which was injured, and was resting on the head of the couch.

he whispered and locked his lips with hers in a passionate embrace. It was a kiss that oozed love, exuded passion, and boldly demonstrated the depth of his feelings for her. With every stroke of his lips against hers, he felt a profound emotion of longing. As he slowly backed away, he knew one thing was certain, his need for this woman, the one who never kissed him back, was undeniable and insatiable. Silence lingered, and even in the absence of words, it said a thousand things. Emma's heart skipped a beat as Kevin gently took her hand in his, his touch radiating warmth, and kissed her palm gently.

But now, it was different, completely different! She nodded slowly and leaned closer to Elvin's face, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips. As she was about to pull away, he suddenly bit her lower lip to keep it connected to his warm lips. She felt his tongue enter her mouth, and she willingly allowed it. Once again, they engaged in passionate kissing. It was intense, filled with desire and sincerity. They exchanged saliva and battled their tongues as if they were weapons. As they say, the tongue is like a weapon in strength, causing her to almost lose herself in the bed while savoring Elvin's passionate kisses over and over.

Rihanna held Elias's hands tightly as he approached. Her heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness, knowing that this moment could change everything between them. "Elias," she called softly, cupping his face with her hands. Slowly, she leaned in and kissed him, a short but passionate kiss that left them both breathless. They broke the embrace only after the old Luna cleared her throat, drawing the attention of the other wolves who had been watching with curious eyes.

Placing a hand under my chin, he lifted my face and gently kissed me. One hand moved up to cup the back of my neck, gently tugging me closer. I melted into his kiss, savoring the taste of him. He must have had a sip of whiskey to loosen himself before the party, because he tasted faintly of it. Although his kiss alone was intoxicating enough for me.

He gently moves his lips and gives me a slow and passionate kiss that tingles my toes. My hand moved to the back of his head while his hand moved to the middle of my back and let his thumb draw little circles on it. I let out a heavy breath when we both turned our heads to have a better angle. The kiss is a unique one. I never had a kiss like this before. So passionate and intense that it made me breathless.

Adrian whispered, his voice vibrating against her lips just a second before his mouth closed over hers. The kiss wasn't like the hurried, desperate embraces they had shared during the dark days of the Sterling threat. This kiss was deep, slow, and saturated with a profound, mutual victory. Adrian’s lips were firm, commanding yet unbelievably tender as he tasted her, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth until she opened for him with a soft moan. He drank her in, his hands moving up to cup her face, his thumbs wiping away the residual tension from her jawline.