Angry Romantic Wall Kiss Novels & Stories

My wall shattered in an instant. Not allowing me to speak anymore, his lips claim mine again. This kiss was hard and hot—it was like the product of his anger at me and drug all at once, marking me to shreds. There was no finesse to his kisses, no tenderness. He didn't ask, he take. With my head immobile between his palms, he plundered every inch of my mouth, sucking me in in a whirlpool of wild desire, a lust so dark and fiery it burned me from within.

"Punishment what is that?" Instead replying her, he pull her inside of the wall where no one can see them. He crash her lips in Hungry, her eyes wider in shock. He was sucking his lower lip slolwy while driving her crazy. their noses touching with each other, she grabs his collar with both hands and brought him more close their distance was zero now. Immediately she responded him, she starts kissing him back. He shoves her against the wall deeply, she locked him on her arms His hand slips under her dress cupping her ass with one hand..

I met his eyes with a mischievous glint and said with mock seriousness, “Well, I’ve been seeing Jake… we’ve kissed too.” Roman’s eyes darkened instantly. His jaw clenched, and an animalistic growl escaped his throat. Before I could react, he crashed his lips against mine in a searing, furious kiss. It wasn’t gentle; it was possessive, angry, and raw. I gasped, caught off guard by the intensity. I did not expect it. The force of his kiss overwhelmed my senses, leaving me dazed and breathless.

And in this moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of love and desire for him. A passionate and fiery kiss was Vincent's only response. His lips met hers with a force that took her breath away. It was a hungry, demanding kiss, filled with a raw, primal energy that sent shivers down her spine. Strong, earnest, almost out of breath, he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fierce urgency.

Bellona Pov He kissed me angrily while my eyes widened in shock. When I didn’t return the kiss, he carried me up, making me wrap my legs around him. He nibbles on my bottom lips and I thought; you know what? Fuck everything. I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing back with equal passion. We both battle for the spot of dominance with a tongue, a battle which he won. My back is on the wall as he protects my bum with his hand. After devouring each other’s lips, he pulled back and stared at me with hooded eyes.

Anger filled her beautiful face. I was held back by her reaction. What did I say? What did I do? Am I so mean? Before I could take back what I'd said, she pinned me on the wall. I closed my eyes, expecting a slap on my face, but I was shocked when soft lips landed on mine. The kiss was different from the first one. This kiss was rough and consuming. It's hurting me. Jazmin is putting her anger through the kiss. I feel her rough kiss wounds my lips.

Some carefully maintained wall I had built specifically to keep him out. "This changes nothing," I said, even as I stepped closer. "I know." "I still don't forgive you." "I know that too." I crossed the remaining distance. Dimitri’s hand found my waist and pulled me against him. His mouth crashed against mine, rough and desperate. There was nothing gentle in the kiss. I met it with the same force, months of anger and longing colliding.

It was the way my body surged towards his, the gasp that escaped my lips as his mouth finally, finally covered mine. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't tentative. It was a dam breaking. A wildfire igniting. Years of suppressed longing, anger, confusion, and a love that refused to die erupted in a kiss that stole the breath from my lungs. His lips were firm, demanding, tasting of champagne and rain. A low groan tore from his throat, vibrating against my lips, echoing the desperate sound caught in my own. His arms banded around me, crushing me against the hard, unyielding wall of his chest. One hand slid into my hair, tilting my head, deepening the kiss with a possessiveness that ignited every nerve

I pulled him toward me and crashed my mouth against his. It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a movie kiss. It was messy, desperate, and full of all the anger and confusion we had been carrying since the day we became roommates. It tasted like salt and heat. It felt like a fight. Jax made a low sound in his throat: half a groan, half a growl and slammed me back against the tiled wall. The cold tile hit my back, but I didn't care because his body was warm, pressing against me, pinning me there. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow.

“…sexually. No feelings attached.” The word had barely left her mouth before Ronan moved, like something inside him had finally snapped. With a low, hungry growl, he pinned her gently but firmly against the cool concrete wall, his mouth crashing down on hers in a desperate, passionate kiss. Ara kissed him back just as fiercely, her fingers threading through his damp hair, pulling him closer. All the restraint from earlier completely vanished. Her tank top and his towel hit the floor in a heap as they stumbled together toward the small cot in the corner, their bodies moving with urgent, heated need, a brief, intense escape from the ticking clock and dangers waiting just outside.