When A Man Kisses Your Hand Novels & Stories

he murmured, his voice laces up with a strange mix of admiration and pity. Before I could react, he lifted my hands to his lips and placed a soft kiss on my palms. The kiss sent a shock feeling through me, and I quickly pulled my hands away, my heart racing. What was this man doing? Why was he always touching me in such a...strange ways whenever we encounter? “Why are you always touching me in a strange ways whenever we happen to met each other, are you this too familiar with women?” I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady despite the unease way I feel inside me.

I reached across the table and held his hand, giving it a soft squeeze. “Thank you, Kane, for seeing me.” He smiles and pulls my hand up to his face and places a kiss on the back of my palm, tingles erupting on my skin and through my entire body. It made my breath hitch and if that was what a simple kiss to my hand felt like I could only imagine what a full kiss would make me feel. It gave me butterflies just thinking about it.

It will take all the pain away. "thank you... for sharing your safe heaven with me. And thank you for sharing a part of your life with me as well" He said and forwarded his hand I didn't know what he wanted but he pulled my hand and placed a kiss on the back of my hand.... and I gasped... what just happened! How was it guys? Leave comments and votes. It just takes a second. Keep voting and commenting. Love you all. XOXO

"Of course, yes." My hand slid into his strong one. He brought it to his lips. As he kissed my hand, I pulled energy from him. His face went slack. Another man hit his knees next to him. I held out my other hand. He snatched it up and pulled it to him gently. I pulled his energy, too.

I replied calmly ,but this man wasn't going to let me be. I was with my Boss, I should not break my smile. The man took my hand into his and tried to kiss it and pulled away and his smile was still unwavering. What is wrong with this guy? He just wants to kiss my hand ,when I haven't met him before. I wiped my hand on my clothes and he saw it ,but still didn't leave me alone when I told him I wasn't interested. "I don't know who I am talking to ,because your beauty is blinding and I care for nothing more than to behold such a marvelous creation." He smiled.

"Don't say such rubbish. How many times do I have to tell you that you'll still enjoy your life, with me by your side?" Without taking his eyes off me, he shifted his hand, taking my icy fingers in his. Jonah held them tightly, applying constant strokes with his thumb, transmitting warmth that contrasted with the temperature of my skin. Then, with an incredibly slow and careful movement, he lowered his head. His lips touched the back of my palm, leaving a lingering kiss there. Why is he… suddenly kissing my hand? He didn't stop there, twisting my hand, and instead of letting go, he buried his face in my palm.

I placed my hand in his. The moment our palms touched, something shifted. His friendly expression changed—just slightly at first, then more noticeably. His posture stiffened. He stared at me with sudden seriousness, as if he had felt something unexpected through the simple contact, and he didn’t release my hand right away. A different kind of smile slowly curved his lips. Still holding my gaze with quiet intensity, he lifted my hand and pressed a soft, deliberate kiss to the back of it. The touch of his mouth against my skin sent a strange, fleeting awareness through me.

I had subconsciously prompted myself to kiss his hands as I would do a normal wolf if I had made contact with a person who I held with respect, and I placed the back of his hands on my forehead before standing up. I had already kissed his hands when I realized it wasn’t a wolf that I was giving such salutations, it was a human, and we don’t greet them like this, instead, we shake their hands. When I got back up, I had expected a frown, but instead he held a smile. I faked a smile that barely made any difference, he pinched my cheeks, and he stretched his hands, which I took, and he held me closer to his body. He turned to the gates, and without any hesitation, we walked into the big mansion

“Because I am.” “I’ll take this.” He said as he reached for my right hand. “Both of your hands are mine now.” I was surprised when he suddenly held my right hand and put it on his lips. “W-What are you doing?” “Take what’s mine.” He said as he planted little kisses on my hand. He was looking at me while his lips were traveling down to my fingers. He opened his mouth and began licking my fingers. “W-What—

Even the middle-aged woman who usually loved to gossip lowered her head silently with a blush and made way for us. Although Chris didn't have hands to return the salutes, he tried to straighten his injured spine, and a long-lost smile appeared on his scarred face. With hands that no one could see, he accepted the delayed kindness and respect. I squatted down and gently kissed the scar on his amputated shoulder. "Honey, dawn has arrived." Under the sunlight, his shadow stretched back long and far. Like a monument.