Fierce Kiss Novels & Stories

~ Judy ~ The kiss is not gentle. It is a collision of tongues and teeth. A storm of desire filled with years of denied passion now crashing down between us and exploding all over me. He tastes like whiskey and wildfire, sweet and burning, his lips devouring mine with an insatiable hunger that is making me breathless for more. “Kieran,” I moan, and the instant the sound parts my lips, his tongue invades my mouth, tangling with my tongue in a dance of dominance exploring every corner of my mouth. He is devouring me as if he is staking his claim.

his lips just inches away from hers, his chest heaving as if giving her one last chance to pull away. She didn’t. Instead, she rose slightly on her toes, brushing her lips against his in the faintest, most delicate touch. It was tentative, almost shy... yet that one spark was enough to ignite a wildfire. Nikolai groaned low in his throat, a sound both pained and desperate, and then he crushed his mouth to hers again. The kiss was everything they had both been denying. Not holding back this time. It was... Fierce. Consuming. Desperate.

The kiss was fierce, fueled by a torrent of emotions—anger, desire, frustration, and an overwhelming need to dominate. His hand slid to her waist, yanking her closer and pressing their bodies together under the cold stream of water. His other hand gripped her neck, controlling the intensity of their kiss. Hailey's initial resistance melted away, her hands wrapping around his neck as she matched his fervor, their breaths mingling in the heated exchange.

I closed the distance between us, silencing any further doubt, any lingering lies, with a fierce, demanding kiss. The passion was instant, explosive, and absolute. It wasn’t gentle; it was hungry, desperate, and urgent. We were claiming each other again, asserting the unbreakable bond of our shared chaos over the simple, clean lie Declan had offered. I felt Damian melt into the kiss, the rigidity leaving his body as he finally allowed the raw, chaotic need for me to override the pain of Declan’s words. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss until we were both breathless and trembling.

It was gentle, like rain, but it struck me like lightning. He drew me closer to him again after taking a breath, gently backing himself against the walls and angling his face to mine until our lips locked. The kiss was small, gentle, and very meaningful at first. But it grew bigger and more intense after that. He tentatively tasted with my tongue as he traced it across the bottom of my lip. The caress of his lips seemed much softer this time. Soon we started swallowing each other making the kiss even more intense. He let out a moan and so did I, while his warm breath travelled into my face.

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

He just stares, like he is trying to see through me and to see past the heat, past the confusion, into something deeper. “Damn it, Alayna.” And then, with a whisper of breath, he pulls his finger out and his lips crash down onto mine. The kiss steals everything. It is not soft. In fact, it is fierce, wild and all-consuming. His mouth claims mine, tongue pushing past my lips with a hunger that sets my blood on fire. I kiss him back with everything I have, my fingers tangling in his hair, my body arching into his, desperate for more.

The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger. Florence didn't dare retaliate. She stood there, pointing toward the neighbors while raising her voice again. "Look, everyone! Look at this vile woman! She's a lunatic! Chester was cursed the day he married her! He lost his life because of her!" I ruffled my hair to make myself look even more disheveled. Then I grabbed her arm and shoved her out the door. Dropping the knife, I followed her outside and fell to my knees at the doorstep in a sudden motion. I then began wailing as I clung tightly to her legs with both hands.

His gaze was intense, filled with a desire that mirrored my own. I reached up, pulling him closer, and our lips met in a heated, passionate kiss. The world around us seemed to dissolve as our mouths moved together with an urgent hunger. His lips were warm and firm against mine, parting to deepen the kiss. Our tongues tangled, exploring and teasing in a dance of desire that left me breathless. The kiss was a perfect blend of softness and fierceness, our bodies pressed close, feeling each other's warmth through the heat of the moment.

Ryker's rough lips moved over Kiera's in a hungry, demanding kiss. She tensed at first, but then felt herself melting into his powerful embrace. Something primal awoke deep inside her. A fierce, wild energy she didn't know existed. It raged through her veins like a raging wildfire, consuming her from the inside out. Kiera gripped Ryker's broad shoulders as the kiss deepened. She nipped at his full lower lip with her newborn fangs, drawing a droplet of blood. He growled low in his throat, the vibrations sending a shockwave of desire through her body.