Fight Fight Fight Kiss Kiss Novels & Stories

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

The girl's feelings of fear have been relieved, because of the insistent kiss the man gave her. The girl sighed softly. "Shh ... Ahhh ..." The sound of the girl's sigh, already made the man's junior standing behind his trousers. The man kissed her lips again, harshly. The man's hand stroked the girl's cheek, slowly. The girl returned the hot kiss from this man, her hands moved around his neck. Passion can take away common sense !! "Shh ... Ahh faster .... Oh faster ..." A sigh escaped the two of them. He pumped his body over the girl's body. The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax.

I am too young that time. I closed my eyes tightly when I suddenly step forward towards Mr. Woods and kiss him. It was just a fast and a swift kiss. I immediately step back and stared at him. He is looking at me eyes widened. His lips parted while staring at me. "Goodnight, I will get inside already. Bye." I uttered nervously and left him there. What the hell did you do, Kellah Fazandra?????

A full kiss was like being struck my lightning. He chuckled, nuzzling my inner thigh and tightening his grip on my hips. He did it again and I moaned into the night. His lips applied pressure while his teeth and tongue worked magic. I had never had anything this wonderful in my life. He coaxed me gently to the edge of what I could take. “Aiden,” I whimpered as I started to shake. At his name, he slid one finger inside of me, sliding in on my excitement. With a flick of his tongue and finger in unison, he turned my whimper into a full moan, shooting me into pure bliss.

I felt like I had caught him, he must have slacked in his cooked stories. "You said you want to take it back without shedding blood. That's why we are using the Kiss Of Vengeance. Alpha Jake has kissed your hand four times already, we need six more to go." He still found a way out and I felt marveled. He was good at this. "Kiss Of Vengeance?" I asked as that was the part that marveled me the most in his new development. "I see that you do not believe me and I'm sure that your memory will still come back. Until then, I'll let you do whatever you want." He stood up from the bed, walking out but he couldn't stop turning back to look at me.

I murmur, kissing her chin. “Do I get a third kiss?” she asks. She smiles mischievously, but her voice is still timid. “Do you want one?” I ask her. She nods again. “You’re going to have to earn it,” I tell her. She frowns. “How?” I hop up, putting my hands out to take hers. “Fight me. Pin me. And take what you want," I say as I help her up. “You want me to fight you in order to kiss you?” she asks slowly as if my request makes no sense.

“I’m trying to keep us alive.” Their faces were inches apart, their fight a storm of love and fear. Kai’s hands slid to her face, his voice breaking. “I can’t do this without you.” She leaned into him, their bodies colliding in a desperate embrace, her arms around his neck, his around her waist, holding tight. Their hearts pounded, their second kiss—a soft vow—echoing, this embrace a deeper promise. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, his breath warm against her hair, the world narrowing to their fire, their fear, their bond.

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.

So I used the kiss as a weapon, a tool to punish and claim. When she pressed her lips tightly, refusing me access, I dug my teeth fiercely into her bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood. Her mouth slid open in a gasp and my tongue invaded her, licking the blood with a fierce intensity as I tightened my fingers around her neck, leaving her fighting for hair. But instead of cowering, Jesscia kissed me back with equal fury, her teeth biting and devouring. It was a clash of mouths, a battle of wills, a war of rage and hatred.

“Have you two kissed again? You know you can tell me anything, Sia.” “Kissed?” I laughed, looking around before facing Amy. “Kissed Richard again?” I laughed harder as we continued to walk. “Knight initiated a fight at the table this morning, then he left and Richard completed the fight before leaving. I had to come with him, especially because I was running late, and of course, I wanted to know if he thinks Mom and I are bringing trouble to his once happy home.” “What was the fight about?” “Oh, Amy. Let's talk later, mm?” I kissed her cheeks, grabbed her hand, and hurried into the class. Students were there already, as should be. Good for us, there were two vacant seats we didn't hesitate t