Aggressive Love Novels & Stories

He furthered holding her wrist, “Let go of me mad man! Who are you!” She yelled, struggling to get out of his grip. “Your past, present, and future!” He posed, pulling her close to himself. “Argh! Someone help!” She screamed, hitting him on the shoulder with her left hand which was freed, but he grabbed it as well and tilted his head closer to her that they exchanged breath. “Please listen, you make my heart skip for you, and I risked it all to find you! Just marry me!” He rapped winkling at her, and she bite him hard, which made him let go of his grip. She almost fell down trying to gain stamina.

Judging by the number of times she’d come screaming in his arms, the primitive, visceral craving she incited in him worked for her. He’d always been an aggressive lover, but never like he’d been with Tourmaline. His hunger for her made his past experiences with women seem like child’s play. Her soft skin probably bore the marks of his fingers from where he’d gripped her hips and thighs in a hard, possessive hold, but she’d never complained. She’d simply given as good as she got, his own body bearing the marks of her nails, and he loved it. Would wear them with pride, the marks healing too quickly for his liking.

As I looked at the photos people sent me, I lost my temper with Blake for the first time. He just sat quietly in his executive chair, staring at me. His eyes seemed to suggest that I was being the unreasonable one here. "Karen, you're almost 30. Why are you getting jealous of someone younger? "Back when you were in your 20s, I treated you just the same, didn't I?" In that moment, it felt like I had plunged into a freezing abyss. That's when it finally dawned on me—Blake's love was always exclusive, but it was only ever for younger women.

she said angrily He blinked "Mama repeat all what u said, like i don't get u please, this is mighty" he said staring at her boobs, that were bouncing as if it was about to pull out of her dress. " what the fuck is wrong with you, I said u should give me the key, Adam , and stop staring at me, these Shaking the boobs, "Are not urs again" she said Adam moved close to her, smiling, "have u ever seen guy to fuck u the way I do?, common come taste this again, it's been , long you've had real sex, lemme make u scream my name again mama hun" kissed her neck

Her words hit me like a cold splash of water across the face. "I'm not pushing him away," I said weakly. "Then what would you call what you are doing?” She asked, with a raised eyebrow. “You are somehow convincing yourself he doesn’t love you, when all his actions prove that he does. Heck! he fucks you like he’s trying to get into your skin.” I stared at my wine glass, shaking my head. "No. I don’t think… he doesn’t love me. The sex is just good.” I whispered. "You are scared babe, and it’s okay." Mila's voice softened.

“I’m tired of hearing your phony excuses-” He shut her up with a breathy kiss as he cupped her cheeks violently. “I love you.” He said after he broke the kiss. “See this aggressive kiss? It is the fire burning inside you, but I’m sure that it’s not burning for me.” She hissed before leaving him frozen in the spot. The next day,

I don't want this kind of feeling. "What?! Ash! Let go of me!" I shouted at him, but he acted as if he hadn't heard me at all. "Your eyes. It's beautiful but it feels strange," Ash said, then he grip my chin. I tried to move my face away from his grip. But he tightened his grip on my chin more and forced my face to face him. He stared at me for a few more minutes. Isn't he tired? He kept on staring at me from the beginning! He quickly kissed my lips, at which point my eyes widened in shock. He kissed me aggressively, and it became more aggressive as time passed as if he was so eager on my lips, similar to the personality of the person who is currently kissing me., rough, and dispassionate.

he mumbled under his breath, but before I could comprehend what was happening, his lips captured mine brutally. I tried to pull away, but his grip on my wrists tightened, making escape impossible. His kiss was more of an aggressive attack on my lips, fierce and unrelenting. His lips claimed mine as if he wanted to brand me, possess me entirely. His tongue pushed into my mouth, exploring every corner, every crevice. It was a battle for dominance, and he was determined to win. His taste was intoxicating, a mixture of whiskey and something uniquely Vincenzo. Our teeth occasionally grazed in our aggressive exchange, his body pressed harder against mine, pinning me further to the wall. I could fe