Aggressive Love Novels & Stories

She grabbed the front of his shirt, fingers twisting into the fabric, and yanked him forward with all her pent-up fury. She crashed her mouth against his. It wasn't a kiss. It was a war, brutal and unyielding. Teeth clacked together sharply, tongues battled for dominance in a slick, heated tangle. It was all the years of hate, all the frustration from stolen glances and heated arguments, all the unwanted, undeniable desire boiling over into a violent, consuming act that left her breathless.

Chapter 12: Before Morning Lucian's Pov Kae was already moving before Karl finished the sentence. That was the thing about him I had spent six years misreading as aggression. It wasn't aggression. It was the absence of the pause that most people needed between receiving information and deciding what to do with it. Kae processed and moved in the same motion and the speed of it looked like anger from the outside but from this close it looked like something else entirely. I watched him pull his jacket on and check his phone and start running through what we had in a voice that was low and even and completely controlled.

I bite his lip. Hard. I taste copper – his blood on my tongue, metallic and warm – and instead of pulling back he groans into my mouth and his hands fist in my hair and he pulls me closer and his tongue pushes past the bite and invades my mouth with the same aggressive force he uses in meetings. I hate him. I’m kissing him back so hard our teeth clash. The hate-fuck begins against the security door that won’t open.

He said, taking some sips of his wine. “Has Angela replaced me in your heart?” She asked, with a frown. “Laura, I just told you what I needed to tell you!” He replied. “What am I supposed to do? Wait till she steals you away from me?” Tears gathered in her eyes. “Laura, please control yourself.” He folded his arms and sat back. “How? How can I do that when I’m madly in love with you?” She started to cry. “Laura!” He called out to her in a soft tone. “I came back so we can be together, but you’re refusing me!” She sobbed. “That stupid witch has casted a spell on you, this isn’t you!” She added. “Stop all of this, I told you I need some time, do you want me to play with you without real feeli

Sean was really possessive and she was a wild card and it never sat well with him to see her frolicking around other guys. Sean looked at Camilla who stood fearfully away from him and walked up to her. Camilla cringed in fear but Sean gently grabbed her chin and made her look at him. "I must have her. Whatever the cost. She is mine, Camilla. All mine." His voice was dangerous and husky and Camilla wasn't even sure if it was sexy or menacing. She gulped and looked at his blazing chestnut eyes and he covered her parted lips with a kiss. She returned the favor and when he pulled away, he slipped his hand upwards on her thigh and touched her. He grabbed her neck roughly and was on the verge of c

I'm clearly thinking with my dick because just the thought of feeling her with nothing between us has me leaking even more. I'm not a gentle lover, I never have been, not even when I was a teenager. Girls used to say I hurt them, to take it slow, but I fuck the same way I play football. With aggression. But I'm really trying to rein the beast in when Fly-girl opens her arms and threads her fingers through my hair and brings my head down to kiss me like she fucking means it. Like I told her to the first time we kissed. My cock slides through her slick folds and she moans underneath me. There's no way I can torture myself any further, so I reach between our bodies, take myself in my hand, and

My wolf surged forward, matching his ferocity, returning each kiss with untamed hunger. He growled deep in his chest, his lips trailing down my neck, leaving bites and searing kisses. “Mine,” he muttered against my skin before claiming my mouth again. “Mine too … but I’m still angry to you,” I breathed, my voice breaking into a soft moan. That sound seemed to drive him insane. He framed my face in his hands, kissing me hard, then pulling back just enough to meet my eyes. “Then punish me, be angry." “I’m very aggressive. You sure?”

Slapping my ass hard. He pulled out of me and pulled me to my feet. He grabbed my body making me face him because I wasn't looking at him, he held my face with his hand, squeezing my chin. His eyes wanted my mouth, I wasn't indifferent to him, but I didn't want him to think that everything was fine between us. Without delay, he grabbed my lips, sticking his tongue inside them, engaging in a violent, aggressive kiss with his hands holding me to him. “Ah, woman! I love you, I adore your body, that frown of yours” he whispered on my lips.

“With you, I'm a bit gentle because I keep reminding myself that I shouldn't hurt you. I shouldn't…scare you away. Right? So no, I wasn't this way with them. And I certainly didn't bring them breakfast in bed either.” Hearing him say he's gentle with me makes me wonder if I learnt the meaning of that word wrongly. Because he's anything but gentle. The way he takes me is like a ravenous beast pouncing on its favorite prey. There's never any gentleness. Not that I'm complaining, no. On the contrary, I love it. I love the aggressiveness he fucks me with. I love it when he makes me scream his name. I love the deafening sounds of our skins slapping against each other.

I drove my hips up as I slammed her down on me repeatedly. I had wanted to make love to her, but both of us were too desperate for that. I flipped her suddenly, so she was under me. I pushed her legs onto my shoulders and drove my cock back into her. I grabbed her shoulders so her body was entirely pinned by mine, and she couldn’t even scoot away as I continued to drill her body with mine. I let out all of the anger, sadness, and loneliness I’d felt for so long, and I became extremely aggressive with how I fucked her.