Novel & Cerita Angry Romantic Wall Kiss

His lips stilled under mine, and for a moment, there was only silence. Then Aiden dropped his cigarette, wrapping his arms around me with a grip that was possessive, fierce. He pulled me closer, and the kiss deepened, turning into something raw, filled with anger and passion. His hand slid up, tangling in my hair, pulling me into him as though he wanted to erase any space, any doubt between us. I could feel his frustration, his simmering rage, pouring out through that kiss. The kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity, Aiden's anger and frustration pouring out of him, his grip on my waist almost painful. I could hear the men around us shifting uncomfortably, their eyes averted to the groun

His breathing hard, eild, and dangerous. For a heartbeat, we just stared at each other. His chest rose and fell, eyes flashing, but he didn’t say a word, and that silence said everything. Then, he snapped. Rhysand slammed me against the wall and his mouth crashed against mine, hard and angry, his hands gripping my face. Fuck. I gasped, and he used it, deepening the kiss. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was war. Our teeth clashed, tongues fought, his hands everywhere, rough, greedy, and like he couldn’t decide whether to worship or punish. I bit his lower lip, drawing blood and he growled, liking it.

I murmur, leaning down to kiss her lips. As our lips meet in a passionate kiss, a wave of warmth and desire envelops us. The glass walls of the room allow the gentle moonlight to cast a romantic glow, intensifying the moment. Our hands explore each other’s bodies with a growing passion, fueling the fire that has been ignited between us. The rhythmic sound of waves hitting the sides of the yacht provides a soothing backdrop, harmonizing with our escalating breaths. I break the kiss, my eyes locked with hers, filled with an intensity that words cannot capture.

The taste of anger and anguish mingled in the kiss, making it both intoxicating and terrifying. Rafael's grip tightened around me; I mustered the strength to push against his chest, breaking the kiss. "Stop," I managed to say, my voice trembling. A growl escaped his lips as he leaned in again. This time, I shoved him forcefully enough for him to stagger backwards. Wiping his lips off mine, I glared at him. "Don't you dare fucking kiss me!" "You kissed me back," he pointed out, causing anger to boil within me. "Not that I wanted to kiss you anyway."

He gave me a smirk showing off parts of his pearly whites as he kissed me square in the neck and pushed my back softly against a wall. Randomly, Beyoncé’s Drunk in life started playing in my head; now I get why she sang it. He slowly and softly placed his lips on mine, kissing me softly. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he held my- “What the fuck” a loud angry voice sounded from the door and we both turned our heads towards the sound, forgetting our passion to see no other person but River. It finally came down to this. He looked angry, mad even, his face was scorching red.

“Let me go, man. This is crazy.” Mr. Knox did not answer with words at first. He pushed me back against the sink, his body heavy and warm pressing right up against mine. His mouth crashed into me again, harder than in the hallway. This kiss was not soft or careful. It was hungry and angry, like he was mad at me but could not stop himself. His lips felt rough and they tasted like coffee and the anger rolling off him. I tried to push him back a little, my hands pressing on his chest, but he was too strong.

Lust and anger swirled together in his ragged breathing. Ruby didn't pull away. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck, returning the kiss with equal aggression. Their lips met in a rough, passionate clash. Dexter let out a low groan, his hand moving down to squeeze her backside, lifting her to press her closer against his hardening frame.

Damn. I could feel him—hard and pressed against my lower half. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity, until I was almost out of breath. He pulled away, and our eyes met. His eyes were now a sharp red, and in them I saw only desire. I tried to lean in for another kiss, but he tilted his head to avoid it. He growled, and I felt myself being dumped on the floor. “Fuck!” The wall shook from the impact of his fist. He even left a dent in the concrete from the hit. He walked away, slamming the door hard behind him.

My words anger him, and for the second time today, he push me against the wall, holding my neck like he wants to crush it. My lips are tightly pressed together as my chest move up and down. “Don't try to bully me again, Marlon. I still have that brick in my bag.” He shut his eyes and let out the most hungry growl I have ever heard in my life. “Fuck it.” His lips crash against mine in the most passionate kiss I've ever experienced. The warmth and fierceness of his lips consume me, and I find myself kissing him right back, fighting his tongue for dominance.

Her body jerked as she was pulled inside the office by his strong hand clutching her arms and within a second she found herself pinned against the wall, caged in the devil’s arm. “What the..” her words were silenced by Aston’s lips smashing against her own for a furious kiss. It was as if the anger that had been building up for so long had erupted into a fiery passion that he couldn't control. For a moment, she resisted, her body tense against his as she didn’t see it coming. But then, something shifted. Her lips softened beneath his, and he felt her fingers dig into his shoulders. It was a collision of emotions - anger, frustration, desire, and even a hint of longing. Their mouths moved wit