Never Been Kissed Book Novels & Stories

I also turned my back on him, wondering why he didn't push through with kissing me, and his words about not touching without my permission echoed in my mind. Well, it was just a kiss. He should have just pushed through with it. I pressed my fingertips against my lips and sighed. I had never kissed a guy before. My lips were a virgin, just like the untouched space between my thighs. I had never been to any party before, so I was never dared to kiss any random guy at the party. Even at that, I don't think I would've even agreed to it. I hated guys, not until I found out that Thorne, Raven, and Lucian exist.

His fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head back, changing the angle until the kiss becomes something more, something hungry and desperate and raw. I've been kissed before. By Brian, who kissed like he was claiming territory. By boys before Brian, who kissed like they were following a script. But I've never been kissed like this, like the person kissing me is trying to memorize me, worship me, pour everything they feel into a single point of contact.

Neerah The kiss was supposed to be cautious. I can feel it at first because he was very gentle when his lips touched mine. It felt like something repressed, held, cuffed… But then, the moment that our lips had touched, the power behind it burst open like a dam, uncuffing itself crudely, overflowing into the bond he likes to hide behind. It was bigger than his determination. Much bigger than out casual whims… I have never been kissed. Not really. Maybe in my blackout moments? Not sure. It's all hazy and dark…

I wrap my arms around his neck and close my eyes. His lips touch mine so softly, but light a burning flame of desire throughout my entire body, shutting my mind off and blocking out the world around us. I've never experienced a kiss like this before, filled with such passion. Our tongues collide, swirling together so delicately like waves caressing the shoreline. The fire builds within me, heating between my legs, arousing my sexual fantasies. A kiss has never stirred me up like this before, but Adrian is no ordinary kisser; he's magical.

I gasp as it began moving between my legs. “Harry?” I said. “Mmm.” He breathed pulling at my panties. I felt his heavy breath on my face and his lips crushed mine. Harry! He was here! He had promised me a video call but he had come instead, just when I needed him. We kissed so passionately we could hardly breathe. I slid my tongue deeply into his mouth and moaned. He drew back, gently nibbling my lower lip. Then he pulled off my panties and I spread my legs. I held my breath as he rubbed his cock the length of my folds, then parted them with it. A loud desperate cry escaped my lips as he cock went into me.

But her body betrayed her again—skin tingling where his breath touched, blood rushing hot and confused. She forced words out, trembling but defiant. “You can threaten me all you want, Dante. But you’ll never break me.” He paused, searching her face with unnerving patience. Then, unexpectedly, his mouth curved into a predator’s smile. “That’s what I like about you.” Before she could move, his hand slid beneath her chin, tilting her face up. His mouth descended, claiming hers in a kiss nothing like the one at dinner. This one was raw, punishing, ruthless. His lips pressed hard, his tongue forcing past her resistance until she gasped. Her fists shoved against his chest, but he was immovable, un

"You never will again." He leaned down, his mouth catching hers in a deep, slow, breathtaking kiss. It wasn't driven by panic, victory, or physical frustration. It was a kiss born of pure alignment—a patient, unhurried joining of two people who had stripped away every artificial defense to stand completely honest before each other.

The bookshop smelled like aged paper and quiet. Like someone had taken all the noise out of the world and stored it between these walls. Lena stood in the doorway with Dominic's hand on her back, and she couldn't move forward. A woman stood behind the counter, reading. She looked up when the bell chimed. Her eyes—dark brown, sharp, familiar in a way that made Lena's entire body go numb—met hers across the room. She knew. Without introductions. Without explanations. She knew.

"Tell me Kitten, where did you learn to do that? I thought you said you were waiting for your husband?" "I am. I've never even kissed anyone before you." "So, I will get all your first?" He asked as he ran his finger over my clit. "Yes" I moaned. "That's very intriguing. I think I like the idea of being your one and only. But tell me, Kitten, if you’ve never done that before, how are you so good? That was one of the best I’ve ever had." I blushed and bit my lip, unsure if I should tell him about my books.

Something desperate. My brain stopped working. I had been kissed before. A few times. Always by female wolves at academy parties. Quick kisses that meant nothing. This was nothing like that. This was fire. Kim howled inside my head. “MATE. KISS HIM BACK.” But I couldn’t move. I couldn't think. I had never kissed a male before. I had never even thought about it seriously. Sure, I had noticed Tavian, Rhydian and some other male wolves were attractive. But that was just… observation. Wasn’t it?