Choke Kisses Novels & Stories

He didn't look at the dry-dock. ​In a single, fluid motion, his large, gloved hands wrapped around her waist from behind, pulling her back flush against his hard, burning chest. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his sharp lips pressing a deep, bruisingly warm kiss right against the edge of the black diamond choker, his hot breath instantly melting the coldness on her skin.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

He whispered, voice rough. "Open your beautiful mouth and honor me with its tight warmth." I startled and pulled back without thinking, trying to understand his bold request. "But it is too big. I am afraid I will choke. My mouth cannot take it." He leaned closer, eyes piercing mine. He lifted my chin gently and kissed my lips, soft yet burning, scattering my heartbeat. "Do not worry, little one. It will be a sweet choke." He smiled faintly. "Just open your mouth. Leave the rest to me."

And then His phone lights up on the table. One message preview flashes across the screen. Chloe. “I’m outside. Open the door.” Theo doesn’t move. But I see it. The exact second everything changes. His nostrils flare, jaw tightening as he suddenly grips my head and pulls me in hard. I barely have time to react before his mouth lands on me left cheek, right cheek, then a firm, punishing kiss on my lips. Three kisses. All sharp. All deliberate. Open-eyed and edged with frustration, his rough stubble scraping my skin in a way that feels less like tenderness and more like control except it only stirs something deeper in me, something dangerously familiar from last night.

The sound of the wine glass hitting the concrete and shattering was completely irrelevant to them both. The kiss started off soft and unsure, like they were trying to test the waters, but in no time it was hard and bruising, Aiden licked his way into Chloe’s mouth, his tongue dancing with hers as she took everything that he gave. He dominated the kiss so well and Chloe let out another little moan, arching into him, her toes curling as she felt tingles shoot through her.

His hand suddenly grabbed my neck, choking me lightly as he bent to my level. “I changed my mind.” The next moment, his lips crashed into mine, kissing me hard and deep, his tongue swirling through my mouth. His grip on my neck tightened, not enough to harm, but sufficient to steal the air from my lungs. Between the fierce kiss and the chokehold, my pussy dripped out juices as I tried to clench my thigh. Unexpectedly, I found myself kissing him back. I wanted to match his rhythm, but damn, he was swift and dominant.

He leaned forward, ignoring the agonizing pain in his ribs, and pressed his mouth softly against hers. It was a gentle, deeply reverent kiss. It was an absolute promise of eternal protection in the dark, rusted graveyard of the ocean. Chloe closed her eyes, leaning completely into his heat, allowing the profound security of his embrace to finally quiet the screaming terror in her mind. As his lips lingered against hers, Chloe felt a faint, familiar sensation deep within the base of her skull. It was not a sharp, agonizing pain, and it was not a massive burst of digital static. It was a smooth, incredibly cold, and vibrating hum.

Filled with something unspoken I can feel clawing beneath his skin. Our tongues meet. Twist together in that familiar hunger. He lifts me, pressing me against the wall at an angle. The kiss deepens. Consumes. Drinks me in whole. When we finally break apart, our breaths are ragged. “What… what did you mean, you chose me?” I ask. He grins. My legs are wrapped around his waist, my center pressed deliciously against his abdomen. Silence. “Chase?” I press. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Kitten.” He smiles. Boyishly. Softly. It's cute. “I got you roses and chocolates. They’re on the bed.”

she choked weakly, her voice breaking. “I can do anything!” he whispered in a husky tone, claiming her lips in a deep kiss. His breath was hot, his words sharp like a blade cutting through her fear. He started chewing her lower lip like candy, pulling it gently between his teeth. She tried to break the kiss, but she was too weak to resist him. He pressed her waist hard, forcing her to gasp in pain. At that moment, he pushed his tongue into her mouth, twisting with hers, exploring every corner. Her heart started beating faster and faster, her whole body trembling, goosebumps spreading across her skin as his kiss grew wild.

As soon as I open to him and our tongues meet, I’m a damn goner. For someone who doesn’t make a habit of kissing, he’s fucking great at it. His mouth is hot and wet, our tongues tangling, fighting for dominance as we devour one another and finally give in to all that pent-up, chaotic want. My hands are in his hair, his shove their way up under my shirt, covering my breasts and squeezing so hard that my mouth leaves his as my head falls back on a gasp. “These fucking tits,” Chase murmurs as he kisses down my jawline, lips sucking against my neck. Hard. That’s going to leave a mark. “Need to see them,” he growls, teeth nipping at the tender skin of my throat.