Against Wall Kiss Novels & Stories

he says with a grin on his face taking a break from the kiss . "What,I'm no bodies" I said pushing him away from me and almost just immediately alpha walker and alpha jack badge in with gorilla behind them ,and all there of them giving us questioning looks ,lone act's like they're invincible and doesn't take his eyes off me while rubbing his finger on his lips making it obvious we just kissed .

He pushed me to the wall roughly, looking at me angrily. O...ohhh..... But it only lasted seconds before his eyes wandered from my eyes to my lips. Then he grabbed my neck and kissed me hard. Houston. We have a touchdown!

The moment the door to her room clicked shut, the tension exploded. Lila pushed him against the wall, her soft lips crashing into his. The kiss was hungry and passionate, tongues dancing as her body pressed against him. Her horns brushed his forehead, adding to the surreal thrill. This wasn’t just a girl , this was Zero Two, his favorite waifu, alive and breathing, her curves molded against him in that tight costume. “You’ve been staring at me all day,” she murmured against his mouth, nipping his lower lip. “Do you like my cosplay… or do you want to fuck your waifu?”

Then Adam whispered in her hears. “We have thirty minutes left”, he whispered. Kris smiled. “Stop that”, she mumbled. Adam looked at her with full of passion. He longs for her. They were so focus in facing great battles these past days and weeks. Kris understood Adam. So, she kissed her back. Kris made a wall for them to become invisible. That thick wall had separated them from the others just for a little while. They both need a break. Adam kissed Kris passionately. She kissed back. Their warm kisses turned into an aggressive one. They long for each other.

Abby Pressed up against the cold stone wall, Karl and I are locked in a passionate kiss, the world around us fading into insignificance. The rough texture of the wall against my back is a stark contrast to the warmth of Karl’s body pressed unwaveringly up against mine. Our breaths mingle in the chilly night air, each kiss only deepening my desire.

His kiss was warm, demanding, and it left me breathless. The door closed behind us, and his mouth crushed against mine again. It was not gentle. It was not sweet. It was fierce, burning, the kind of kiss that left me gasping as though he was pulling the very air from me and giving me fire in return. My back pressed against the wall, his body holding me there like I belonged only to him. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders, desperate to feel him closer.

All I knew was that I needed her. I pushed her against the wall, my body pinning hers to the cold, hard surface. I kissed her fiercely, without restraint—our teeth clashed, and our lips craved each other. The kiss grew intense, her lips yielding to mine, as if she was surrendering, or maybe she was just matching my energy. She felt small beneath me, but there was nothing delicate about her; she was tougher than I had realized. The kiss deepened, and I sensed her body responding to mine, even with the lingering tension between us.

She responds instantly, her hands gripping the fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer as if she’s afraid I’ll change my mind. The kiss is a battle—wild, messy, and unrelenting. Her lips are warm and pliant, but her movements are anything but submissive. She kisses me back with the same fire she uses to challenge me, and it’s utterly consuming. My hands move to her waist, fingers digging into the soft curve of her hips as I press her against the cool wall.

"I know I owe you a lot more words than that. I know two days of nothing was shit, and I built the wall again, and you didn't deserve any of it." I put my good hand flat on the desk between us. "So here I am, trying to tear it down." He's over the desk before I finish. Not around it. Straight over. One hand planted, two hundred pounds of pissed-off Alpha landing in my space. His mouth stops an inch from mine and just holds there, breathing my air. Forcing me to close the last inch myself. Bastard. I close it. The kiss is teeth from the first second. No warm-up.

“They want a story? I’ll give them a goddamn story.” He moved with a suddenness that stole her breath. One hand caged her against the wall by her head. The other came up, his fingers not touching her face, but hovering so close she felt their heat. His eyes blazed with a decade of obsession, a year of war, and a desperate, furious want. This was the forced, passionate kiss. Not born of love, but of a tension so high it had to snap. It was a collision, not a meeting. His mouth crashed down on hers.