Novel & Cerita Angry Romantic Wall Kiss

The way he was lapping his tongue in her mouth, understanding that he was having so much, sucking and kissing those lips of hers, He groaned, giving her a signal to kiss her back, but Angelina didn't understand and was feeling him. She didn't even kiss back at the wedding. He wants her tongue inside him, but she is acting dumb, which gets on his nerves, and he bites her lips, taking it between his teeth—she moaned in response. "Why don't you kiss me?" He yelled out, breaking the kiss and the silence between them. "Holy crap, you are so boring!" He pushed her against the wall, placing his hands on both sides of her and staring into her eyes in frustration. He has flat abs touching her body, w

“Why should you be angry, if I don't have any feelings? Isn't making love a normal thing for you? Why should it be so exaggerated, if my father and I ended up making love too? Just relax, sir! Nothing special at all. with what happened last night. Ryan's eyes flashed with anger as if he was about to swallow Karin, through his gaze. He hit the wall right next to Karin's head. "Damn you Karin" He then kissed Karin's lips roughly and didn't give Karin a chance to struggle. As soon as he felt it, Karin became affected by the kiss he gave. Ryan suddenly stopped the kiss and released his grip on Karin's waist, until the woman sat on the floor. Ryan smiled a mocking smile. “Why do your eyes look so

I kissed his lips. “I again want you to know that I am not sacrificing anything for you. I choose you. I will choose you over everything again and again, so don’t worry about me.” He brought his face so closer to me, saying “Only think about how to pleasure me.” He winked. I hit his cheek, suppressing my smile. “Pervert.” He laughed. Then we continued to watch the movie in silence for a while. Watching a romantic movie, and having popcorn with the love of my life by my side, what more could I ask except to stay in the moment forever?

"You ruined us, Damien. You threw everything away for nothing." He turned too. Our faces were inches apart. "You pushed me away first. Always so scared of real love." Anger flared. I pushed his chest. He grabbed my wrist. The touch sent electricity through me. Before I could think, his mouth crashed against mine. The kiss was rough, full of ten years of hurt. Teeth clashing, tongues fighting. I bit his lip. He groaned and pulled me closer, hands gripping my ass through my jeans. "This is a mistake," I gasped between kisses.

"I know I owe you a lot more words than that. I know two days of nothing was shit, and I built the wall again, and you didn't deserve any of it." I put my good hand flat on the desk between us. "So here I am, trying to tear it down." He's over the desk before I finish. Not around it. Straight over. One hand planted, two hundred pounds of pissed-off Alpha landing in my space. His mouth stops an inch from mine and just holds there, breathing my air. Forcing me to close the last inch myself. Bastard. I close it. The kiss is teeth from the first second. No warm-up.

Not weak — furious. “I shouldn’t want you,” I go on. “You’re not—” I choke on the rest. Not your type. Not safe. Not casual. Not replaceable. “You’re not convenient,” I finish, voice raw. “But I still—” And she snaps. “Oh, shut up.” Then she fists my hoodie and yanks me down into her mouth. The kiss isn’t soft. It’s a war. Teeth, breath, heat, anger, years of not saying it crashing like two storms colliding.

Chapter sixteen THE CONTRACT! He looked at me fiercely, his left eye twitching, his black eyes turned dark before he did the unexpected. He his lips press down to mine in a vengeful turbulence. The sheer force of it caused my head to hit the wall. This wasn’t a kiss. This was his way of punishing me. I closed my mouth shut to and prevent him from invading with his tongue. It didn’t disturb him as he continued to persist. I hit his broad chest with my both my fist. He wasn’t going to use me like he did yesterday and throw me away after like I was one of his sluts.

I was gripping the doorknob when he closed the space between us, fast, hands on my back before I could twist away. He kissed me. Hard. Brief. Teeth grazing. It wasn’t gentle or romantic or fucking polite. It was claiming. And then he stepped back, grinning like the devil, as I turned and shoved him hard into the wall. “Touch me again and I’ll knock your teeth out,” I snarled, heat bursting through my throat like bile. My heart was jackhammering in my chest. I hated that my cock was already leaking pre-cum, damp against the front of my sweats, fucking betraying me.

We stared at one another. “Fuck woman.” Roman had my face trapped between his hands in seconds, his lips meeting mine. “You’re turning me on,” he murmured, pushing his tongue past my lips roughly, hands scaling my side, gripping my hips as he pressed me against the wall, thrusting his hips, making his hard-on known. I moan, hands coming up to his shoulder for support as I kiss him back. “You make me so mad, Roman.” He chuckled, kissing his way down my jaw, pressing his lips against the rapid pulse on my neck. “Dios, I’m crazy about you, mi amor.”

Hard, and brutally. He crushes his mouth to mine in a kiss that's fierce, demanding, and leaves no room for argument. His hand slips around the back of my neck, pulling me closer, pouring every ounce of his anger and frustration into the kiss, igniting something raw within me. I try to push him away, but it's useless. His grip tightens, and instead of breaking free, I find myself surrendering to the force of it, melting against him. The tension I'd felt-the anger, the smug satisfaction-it all dissolves into a reckless, heady thrill that drowns out every logical thought.