Novel & Cerita Against Wall Kiss

he asked, his voice thick with desire. "Are you going to invite me in?" she asked, her voice soft, almost innocent. Adam stepped to the side to allow her room to come in. He grabbed her hips and pushed her hard against the wall as she passed. Gracia moaned as his lips landed on hers in a challenging and punishing kiss. His hands reached behind her and grabbed her bare ass cheeks, squeezing them hard as he pulled her against him. She could feel his hard length pressed against her stomach. She pushed her fingers into his hair, pulling gently as he gripped her thighs and lifted her quickly, pinning her to the wall as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

With a sudden, fierce motion, she pulled him down and crushed her lips to his in a breathless, deeply passionate kiss. The ballroom erupted. A blinding storm of paparazzi flashes illuminated the room as a collective, thunderous gasp rose from the crowd. The touch of his mouth was a violent shockwave, her fingers tangling in the thick hair at the back of his neck as he deepened the kiss. For a fraction of a second, Kasen's muscles went rigid with surprise. But then, his raw, protective instincts broke free. His large hands came up, wrapping around her bare waist, pulling her flush against his chest as he returned the kiss with a desperate, burning heat.

I started. "It'll wash up on shore," he said, then leaned down and kissed me. I quickly lost myself to the kiss, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. His hands went to my sides, pulling me in closer. As we stood there, kissing, another wave crashed against Dean's back. My feet lost their grip on the ocean floor, but Dean stayed steady. I wrapped my legs around his hips. He was a rock that I could cling to, and as another wave hit us, I found myself gripping him even tighter.

She tried to grab into the nearest object to her and her hand found something hard yet soft, not think straight and wanting to get up grin the floor, she held onto it and push herself up from the floor. The moment she stood on her feet, she was suddenly tumbling forward and would have kissed the ground if she weren’t leaning against a hard wall. Kira placed her hand on the wall and shook her head in disbelief. When did the wall have muscles and skin? Why is the wall so hot underneath her palm? She felt for it again and giggled excitedly, Kira mumbled under her breath as she leaned forward to kiss the wall, which was a mistake on her part.

Nathan’s lips curved into a playful smirk, and that expression was the final push Shaun needed. Without thinking, Shaun grabbed the front of Nathan’s shirt and smashed his lips against his. The kiss was rough, violent, and fueled entirely by anger. Shaun kissed him deliberately, teeth scraping against Nathan’s lip as a harsh sound escaped his throat. He bit him before pulling away, laughter spilling from his mouth. “How does that feel?” Shaun mocked. “Disgusting, right? You just kissed a guy. You probably feel like throwing up. That’s what you get for messing with me.”

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

he murmured, backing her against the stone railing, his hand sliding up to cup her face, thumb brushing her plump lower lip. "Then show me," she whispered, surging forward to crush her mouth to his. The kiss was brutal, all teeth and tongue, no gentleness for enemies. Greco groaned, tasting the wine on her lips, his free hand gripping her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath her gown.

“Then why are you here?” “Because when I kissed you, I felt something.” She closed her eyes. “I felt it too.” Another pause. Then— “I hate you for it,” she whispered. “I hate myself more.” And then it happened again. Another kiss. But this time—slower. Angrier. Wetter. Their mouths collided like grief meeting hunger. He gripped her waist like she was an anchor. She kissed him like he was a mistake she wanted to make again. But she stopped first.

He pushed me against the wall and kissed my lips. His grip around my waist tightened and I held his neck. “You brought that girl just to make me jealous, right?” He whispered against my lips.” “Just shut up, Mikey, and kiss me.”

He responds instantly — just as rough, his hands gripping my shoulders hard enough to bruise. The kiss isn’t sweet. It’s a fight. Lips parting, teeth catching, breath stolen and taken back. He shoves me against the wall, pinning me there with the weight of his body, and for a second I let him think he’s won — until I twist, flip the hold, and slam *him* back instead. My mouth drags along his jaw, tasting whiskey and salt, feeling the faint tremor in the muscle there. His head tilts, just barely, but it’s all the invitation I need.