Forced Kiss Novels & Stories

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 already missed the feeling of his touch, and I welcomed his lips with a delightfully pounding heart. Rominic chuckled softly against my mouth, before slowly, deeply, taking possession of my lips. This kiss was more intense than the first, lacking the urgency of lust, but abundant with love and passion, making my knees collapse from under me. Luckily, Rominic was quick to catch me, effortlessly lifting me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as he supported me by my bottom.

Her eyes widen when the strong hands of his suitor keeps on latching on her bottom. “Why don’t you kiss me before we go to work?” he requested. The young lady Monteverde smirked, “why don’t you insist to kiss me first?” she is so fierce that Jostein likes the most. His lips crashed to her soft and delicate skin. Jostein kisses her neck and biting her bottom lip to feel the erotic sensation. Keesha moaned in pleasure of his tongue. “Hmm… Jostein!” she is gripping on his shirt, the man stopped, “don’t wrinkle it, hold mine instead.” He said to him and then Keesha holds his hair that is sending pain to his body.

Worship disguised as possession. When he finally kissed her, it wasn’t tender. It was desperate. His mouth crashed against hers, tasting of rain and grief. Kimberly’s hands found his hair, tugging, grounding herself in the heat of him. The kiss deepened, grew hungrier, their breaths tangled and uneven, as though the air itself had turned to fire. Kovoc’s hand slid to her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between their hearts or the things they’d buried.

At this moment, the air crackles with tension and unspoken desire. As they lock eyes, a tender spark of longing passes between them. Kalix's gaze shifts to her lips, and with an aggressive touch, he leans in to press his lips against hers. The kiss is wild, filled with a mix of passion and desire. Time seems to stand still as they get lost in the intoxicating moment, their bodies drawing closer in a warm embrace.

And in this moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of love and desire for him. A passionate and fiery kiss was Vincent's only response. His lips met hers with a force that took her breath away. It was a hungry, demanding kiss, filled with a raw, primal energy that sent shivers down her spine. Strong, earnest, almost out of breath, he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fierce urgency.

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.

He leaned down and slammed his mouth onto mine. The kiss was sudden, fierce, and entirely possessive. It wasn't a gentle attempt to comfort me, nor was it a quiet plea for sanity. It was an assertion of absolute control, a dark, commanding claim that instantly shattered the hyperventilating terror in my lungs. He pressed his lips hard against mine, stealing my breath and consuming every ounce of focus I had left.

Their faces were inches apart, and their chests were touching. She slowly looked up at him. Large drops of tears were pooling in her eyes. His heart squeezed in agony, seeing her in pain and terror. Sanskar got closer to her slowly so that their faces were inches away. Sanskar brought his lips closer to hers and placed them over hers. The kiss started soft, but soon, it took a brutal turn. Sanskar's kiss turned savage, and it was like he wanted to devour her in that one kiss. He didn't relent; he forced her lips apart with his tongue before diving straight in to invade her mouth. There was not a single spot he didn't run his tongue over. He took control of not only the kiss but her as well.

My forehead started to sweat with his provocative words and I started to lose grip on my feelings and myself. He again pulled me to him, bumping our chests which made me gasp. “Are you sure you don’t have feelings for me?” he kissed my neck and earned a moan from me. “Because you are not hating this moment. You are enjoying it as much as I’m loving it.”