Angry Romantic Wall Kiss Novels & Stories

He walked me to a nearby wall, he didn’t break the contact of our lips, and he kissed me deeply and hungrily, he was very demanding, suppressing the cry that was building up at the back of my throat when my back was slammed against the wall. I was also running out of air and the pain was racketing through my body, my mind begged him to stop but he didn’t. He let go of my wrist fisted my hair and pulled on it softly, he broke the contact between us, and I tried to push him away, he slammed me into the wall once more and a small whimper escaped my lips. There was something different about him today, he was angry, angrier than most days and he didn’t care if I was crying or not, or if I was in

I leaned in, my lips inches from his. "They think we're broken, Nathan," I breathed. "Let them think it," he said. "It'll make the ending better." And then, he pulled me down. The kiss wasn't the chaste, tragic peck of a grieving couple. It was deep, possessive, and full of the fire we’d cultivated in the mountains of Japan. It was a claim. A declaration of war wrapped in a romantic gesture. The room erupted into a flurry of whispers and camera flashes.

He turned around to face me and before I knew what was happening, he slammed the door behind me right by my head making me jump in fright. "Do you like him?" "What? That's absurd–" "Do you like him?" He repeated rather slowly this time around. He spelled out each syllable like he was talking to a five-year-old. "No." "You don't?" "No. I don't." "You're lying." "I'm not! Why would you... I'm not lying! I don't like...!" My words died on my tongue when I felt a pair of hot lips on mine. He was kissing me hard and rough. The kiss wasn't filled with love or passion. It was filled with anger. That's not the type of kiss I wanted to share with my husband.

I said sharply, my voice echoing in the quiet space. He looked up, his eyes widening when he saw me. "Amara—" I didn’t let him finish. I grabbed his arm and yanked him to his feet. "Amara, what are you—" I silenced him by crashing my lips onto his, pouring all my anger, frustration, and pent-up emotions into the kiss. His body tensed for a moment before he melted into it, his hands finding my waist as he pulled me closer. The kiss was possessive, fiery, and unapologetic. I didn’t care who was watching.

He opens the double doors, pulls me inside the room and then locks it behind him. "What do you think you're doing?" I protest. He looks at me with a face full of anger. Without waiting, he comes towards me and kisses me. It is not a soft kiss, but a hard one, full of passion and desire. The impression wins me at first, but I soon react. I close my eyes and open my lips when his tongue finds mine, letting it slip into my mouth. His teeth bite my lower lip fiercely and he pins me to the wall, corralling me between his body and it.

I didn't know I could react this way from one modest kiss, but it's like Scar's touch woke something up deep inside my chest. I knew he was handsome, but apparently, he's also a fantastic kisser too. Once the door's shut, he all but slams me against the wall, his mouth inches from my ear. "What the fuck was that?" he whispers sharply. "Are you insane? Didn't you hear what I said? Stay put. Don't move. You had one fucking job—"

"Don't use that against me every time you're mad about something else." "Then stop giving me material." He moved fast. Not toward the door. Toward me. His mouth on mine before I could finish the sentence, his hands on my waist, walking me backward until my shoulders hit the wall. Hard kiss. Angry kiss. The kind that tasted like a fight we were too tired to finish with words.

His eyes showed his anger. “I would I....."? The breaking sound of the laptop held me to say a word. He didn't let me finish, instead stood from the chair, taking a slow step like a wolf ready to hunt. “You want to work in the third section, let me show how it will be” He stands only inches away from my face. “What….” His lips met mine. This kiss was not gentle, not passionate a harsh one. He vents out his all anger in one kiss. He bit my lips until I felt blood on my tongue.

She could feel his cock already hard against her thigh through his work pants. “Get off me,” she spat, even as her breathing quickened. “Make me.” The tension that had been building for four years finally snapped. Jake crashed his mouth against hers in a brutal kiss. It wasn’t gentle. It was angry, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance. Riley bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Jake growled and kissed her harder, grinding his erection between her legs. “I still fucking hate you,” she gasped when they broke apart for air.

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.