Fierce Kiss Novels & Stories

My heart beats faster as the kisses we exchange intensify. This kiss is unlike any other I've ever experienced. This was energizing, ravenous, and strong. With each passing second, I can sense fireworks and sparks. I can sense her fervor for me, and I can't help but respond to her demands. Ari kept on moving, creating more friction between our bodies. And shit, I'm sure she can feel how hard I am right now, with the way she is moving on top of my erection.

He was staring at her so angrily that she feared that he might actually murder her. Suddenly he did what she least expected from him, he kissed her. It was neither slow nor tender. It was ferocious and punishing. This was the first time he was kissing her. Wasn't first kisses suppose to be slow and gentle? Anyway this man here was the nothing near gentle. He was fierce, ferocious, savage and dangerous. Surprisingly, she didn't hate it, she was even craving for more, she felt that her body was going to betray her soon.

I tightened my grip around her arms, my kiss growing fiercer. But as our lips collided in a fierce, wild kiss, something unexpected began to stir within me. Despite my initial fury, a feral desire began to unfurl, wrapping around me like a fierce embrace. My anger melted away, replaced by a searing hunger that consumed every fiber of my being. Her taste was intoxicating, her scent driving me wild with need. My wolf howled restlessly within me, urging me to claim her as our own, to make her ours in every way imaginable.

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.

But I don’t want tender so I made it rough. The kiss deepened, a primal energy surged between us, igniting a sinister desire that I couldn't ignore. I felt his lips move hungrily against mine, his touch setting my skin ablaze with a fiery passion. Suddenly, Killian pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto mine with a fierce intensity. With a low, guttural growl, he whispered, "Mate," sending a shiver down my spine.

I reach up, slide my fingers through the braid, and tug her closer by it, just enough to tilt her head back and pull her flush against me. There’s nothing gentle about my actions. Not right now. A gasp leaves her lips as my fingers tangle into her hair, which I swallow while capturing her lips in a kiss. The kiss is nothing like the first one. There’s no hesitation, no soft warmth building up. It is something raw, fierce, and full of the fire that is clawing through me. This one isn’t slow, not questioning. It’s messy and real and full of everything I haven’t been able to say. My fingers tighten just a little in her hair, her hands press to my chest, but she doesn’t push me away.

I let them dig into his skin as I part his lips with mine slowly, kissing his bottom lips, moving up to caress the upper lips, and I plunge my tongue into his mouth roughly, sucking hard on his tongue. He responds immediately and grabs my waist, pulling me atop his erection. He squeezes my back side tightly and I feel his claws bite into my hip. It hurts, but it’sSoft and gentle kisses are for the timid. If you wish to claim a man, you must understand the power of a fierce, possessive kiss. It’s a declaration of dominance and a demand for surrender. With every flick of your tongue, you’re marking your territory, leaving your mark on his very soul. Hold nothing back. Be wild, fearless, unbo s

Her hand touched my chest, resting there. I deepened the kiss before I could stop myself. She responded in kind, her fingers curling into my shirt. The mug I was holding hit the floor, and I didn’t even hear it land. My hand slid to her waist and I felt her tremble. I pulled her closer. Her body pressed to mine, and for a second, the world narrowed to just that moment. Just the heat of her and the sound of her breath, and the way she kissed me like she’d been holding it back for weeks. Actually, we both had.

she whispered to him, suppressing the moan that tried to escape from her lips. In a nanosecond, Francis carried her with his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, finally claiming her lips. He moaned from the kiss, as he felt so hot from it. Everytime he kissed her, it was as if fire and ice met and both succumbed to the pressure, becoming one. He inserted his tongue into her mouth, tasting her as both tongues fought for dominance. It felt as if it was the first time kissing her and it seems she had gotten better than before.

It had to be a dream. The intensity of the kiss increased in intensity from tender to insistent. Heat and passion erupted from our lips. Logan's hands went again to the skin on my back like he couldn't get enough of it. His every movement made me hotter. I wanted him so badly I could barely think. His mouth was firm and hungry, his tongue caressing mine like he couldn't get enough of my taste.