Fierce Kiss Novels & Stories

I drew his face close and pressed my lips against his, swallowing whatever else he was going to say. The kiss was nothing like our previous ones. It wasn’t sweet or slow or even particularly gentle. It was desperate and hungry and tasted like tears, apologies and promises we were both trying to make without words. Frost made a heated sound low in his throat—something between a gasp and a moan—his slender fingers slid down the spine of my back and shivers spiraled through my body. He grabbed me by the seams of my waist as he slammed me harder against him. Fuck.

“All I want is to be inside you, to ride you like the wolf I am. That deep rumble in his voice made me shiver all over, and not from the cold. "What if I want to meet this wolf?" - Are you sure about that? Josh's brows drew together. He curled one of his fingers over the edge of my panties and I groaned. “You can't go back. - I am sure. Josh groaned. He planted his lips on mine, but this time the kiss wasn't tender. It was fierce . His tongue forced my lips. One hand remained wrapped around my waist, the other cupped my face, pulling me toward him.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

Taking my hand, he stands up and leads me out the kitchen door. Walking out the emergency exit and standing in the alley, he leans me up against the wall and kisses me. When our lips touch, it's like fireworks and an earthquake going off all at once. My insides feel like they are about to burst when he lifts me up by my butt and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist.

Making her body hot, very intense and fierce. "I love you!" She breath out unconsciously but could feel the overwhelming feeling deep within her. Zayn stilled, causing her to open her doe like eyes to look up at him. Not wasting a moment, he pressed a hot, gentle yet ferocious kiss with so much passion and emotions showed and pulled all in the kiss. The gentleness of the kiss and the softness emanated a moan from her. Like fireworks, it's deflagrating and fulminating inside her in harsh hotness but at the same time, like a plume is whispering to her.

Despite that, it's peaceful, the perfect place to kiss Alec for the first time. "I am so ready to kiss you," he murmurs, reaching up to gently hold either side of my face. His fingertips are cold against my skin, an icy breeze sweeping down the valley, pulling strands of stray hair across my face. Alec brushes them away, leaning down slowly. I close my eyes, bracing myself for his lips to press against mine.

And then, without thinking, without any intention, my hand reaches out, finding her arm, and I pull her closer. Our lips meet, harsh and unyielding, fueled by the frustration and tension that never seems to dissipate between us. There’s nothing soft about the kiss, nothing gentle. It’s a clash of wills, a battle of anger and desire that neither of us is willing to back down from. I feel her hands gripping my arms, her nails digging in as though she’s trying to ground herself, and I don’t let go, caught in the heat of the moment, in the reckless need to prove something I can’t even name.

act like he was the one bleeding? He twisted her arms behind her back, his grip tight but measured, careful not to hurt her physically... yet the kiss told a different story. It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t soft. It was fierce, like a storm crashing into her, demanding to be felt, to be acknowledged. It carried his frustration, his desperation, and all the chaos he had buried inside. And she felt it. Every bit of it. But she couldn’t bring herself to admit that it scared her... the way his kiss made her feel so much, so fast. It unsettled her, not because it hurt, but because something in it still reached her heart.

Killian snarled into my mouth, cutting off my breath as his lips descended upon mine in a fierce, carnal collision. The kiss was not gentle. It was a dark, possessive tempest of raw fire and unchained shadows, born of a protective fury so deep it bordered on agony. His teeth grazed my lower lip, demanding entrance, and the moment I parted my lips with a ragged whimper, his primordial magic flooded into my mouth—dark, velvety, and endlessly deep. He kissed me as if he were trying to consume the memory of the blood-stained well right out of my throat, his hands digging into the midnight leather of my combat tunic, pulling me up into his body until my feet dangled inches above the floor.

Each kiss is intense, a mix of pain and pleasure. "Damn it!" He swears, his hot gaze burning into my exposed chest. His breath is heavy, his eyes filled with desire. "You belong to me, Louise. You can't escape," he whispers, silencing any protest with his soft, warm lips. Our kiss is passionate, intense, and I can't help but respond. Lost in pleasure, I hear a noise but ignore it. I close my eyes, savoring every touch of his lips. "That's right, Louise," he murmurs. "You're stunning when you're filled with desire. I want to see it again when you climax on my..." His words are interrupted as the door bursts open, revealing two unexpected visitors.