Angry Romantic Wall Kiss Novels & Stories

She seemed to feel the effects of the kiss right down to her toes. Angelo pulled her into the angle of a stone wall, where they were sheltered from the cold wind. She strained against him, returning his kisses with unfamiliar passion. Lord, but it had never been like this for her. Ken’s closed-mouth pecks on her lips were nothing like these hot, demanding probings. The firm tongue plunged deeply into her mouth, making her think of another, more intimate penetration.

"I still want you like this. Angry doesn't turn it off. Nothing turns it off." "Prove it." He kissed me like an answer to a question I hadn't finished asking, hard, his other hand fisting in my hair to hold me exactly where he wanted me, and I gave him my mouth and my anger both at once, biting his lower lip until he groaned into me, until the sound of it went straight between my legs. He walked me backward until my shoulders hit the wall, pinned me there with the weight of his body, and I felt every inch of how hard he already was pressed against my stomach through his jeans.

In one sudden, intense moment, he kissed her. The kiss was fierce yet tender—a collision of passion and regret. Diego’s lips pressed against hers, rough with emotion and need, while his hands cupped her face gently. Jane felt the warmth of his breath and the strength of his resolve as his kiss deepened. It was as if all the anger, hurt, and confusion melted away for an instant under that kiss, replaced by a desperate longing for reassurance. After a minute, Jane pulled back, struggling against the lingering embrace. "Why did you kiss me to shut me off?!" she screamed, voice raw with a mix of anger and sorrow.

Three words that will change everything. Lovers Like Us. His hand returns to my jaw, and mine to his neck as we continue to kiss, again and again. Every muscle in my body tenses, yearning for more, while his smile lingers against my lips. My back presses against the wall, securing him tightly against my firm chest. Our breaths mingle, passionate and shallow. The surrounding garden erupts with a symphony of buzzing. Notifications flood in, accompanied by texts and calls. People begin to realize what has transpired, but I pay no attention. I don't watch their reactions.

The water ran down their faces as he brushed his mouth against hers again, deliberate, almost cruel in the way he made her wait. She trembled. When she couldn’t hold herself back anymore, she grabbed him and crushed her lips into his, the kiss turning fierce and hungry in seconds. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t careful. It carried anger, history and unfinished words. His hands slid lower, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss as the heat between them shifted, traveling downward, turning the moment into something far more dangerous than either of them wanted to admit. Almost at that moment, he flipped her over and started hammering from behind, which initially caused Rosina to nearly lose her b

“It destroys me, Isla. Seeing you with him, talking about escaping from me. It rips me apart every single time.” The sexual tension ignited, again like gasoline on fire. His mouth claimed mine in an angry, possessive kiss—deep, demanding, all frustration and need. I kissed him back just as fiercely, hands fisting in his shirt as he pressed me harder against the wall. His body molded to mine, one thigh sliding between my legs, hands roaming possessively over my hips, waist, the curve of my breasts through my blouse. A low groan escaped him as I nipped his lip, the world narrowing to heat and anger and six years of unresolved longing.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

The way he looked at her, touched her, kissed her—there was no escape from the raw, electrifying passion that surrounded them. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear before he claimed her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. The taste of her on his lips sent another rush of heat through her, reigniting the fire between them. Anthony's hands gripped her hips firmly, his touch possessive and electrifying as he pressed her back against the glass wall. The cool surface against her heated skin only heightened the anticipation. With one fluid motion, he positioned himself between her legs once more, the tip of him brushing against her core. Carmela gasped, her body trembling with a

The kiss was aggressive, desperate, like she was pouring all her anger and frustration into it. Damn it!

She grumbles out, her jaw grinding together in anger. I pull her in closer so I can whisper along her neck. “I only have eyes for you, my love.” Jamari’s body instantly melts into my embrace, the remaining anger evaporating from her body. Our lips meet in a heated kiss, my way of showing all those present that there is no one in this world for me but Jamari. “I hope I am not interrupting.” Adrian’s pleased voice breaks us from our moment of passion, ruining the moment.