Forced Kissed Novels & Stories

I absolutely, unapologetically melted. My hands curled into his shirt, his hands pulled me close, and somewhere in the suite, I swear I heard Mr. Yellow gag dramatically behind a pillow. But neither of us cared. Because this kiss wasn’t just romance. It was a claim. A promise. A sizzling, toe-curling royal seal of vengeance, power, and love. And when we finally pulled apart, slightly breathless, I whispered— “Well… that was better than decapitation.” Edric smirked.

The uncertainty was suffocating me, and I couldn't let her go without uncovering the truth. I seized Taya, my hands wrapping around her waist as I crushed my lips to hers with a fierce hunger. She responded in kind, her mouth opening to mine as our tongues tangled in a passionate dance. The kiss deepened, becoming a maelstrom of sensation that threatened to consume us both. We melted into each other, our bodies swaying in perfect sync as the world around us dissolved into nothingness.

Christian tipped her head back to allow his tongue to dominate the wild and punishing kiss. He swirled his tongue against hers, devouring every recess hungrily. It wasn’t just any passionate kiss. It was branding. He wanted to punish her for fighting him since the time they met. He wanted her to know who she belonged to.

Theo growls, his voice low and rough, hands framing my face as his mouth crashes onto mine. The kiss is hungry, passionate, tongue sweeping in deep, claiming every inch of my mouth. I taste the whiskey, feel the stubble on his jaw scrape my skin, and I moan into the kiss. My hands fist his shirt, pulling him closer, our bodies pressing tight. His scent wraps around me, that woodsy cologne mixed with something exciting that always hits me straight in the core. He backs me up against the wall, one thigh pushing between my legs, grinding against my bare pussy. I moan into his mouth, my hips rocking instinctively, the friction sending sparks up my spine. But he pulls back slightly, teasing, his

she breathed, and she rose onto her toes to press her mouth to his. The kiss was not gentle. It was a collision, a culmination of years of suppressed longing and artistic tension. His arms wrapped around her, crushing her to him, and his mouth was demanding, hungry. He tasted of darkness and desire, a flavor so intoxicating she felt drunk on it. His tongue swept into her mouth, and she met it with her own, a fierce, claiming dance that left them both breathless.

The contact was soft, tentative at first, but the spark between us flared instantly, igniting something deep and uncontrollable. Victor’s response was immediate. He pulled me close, his strong, muscular arms wrapping around me, drawing me against him. The kiss deepened, passion intensifying with each second, growing from gentle to something fierce, almost needy. My fingers found their way to the back of his neck, clutching him like he was the only thing grounding me in the world.

I keep walking, my feet stepping on stones, on branches, and everything there is on the bottom, and soon, I’m right behind him. I wrap my hands around his torso and lean my forehead on his back. It’s quiet, the only sound is the wind touching the water and our breathing. “You're a fucking liar, McDavid. “I whisper, “It's damn cold. “ “Yeah?” He says and still doesn't move. I stand on my toes, my feet digging in the mud on the bottom. “Yes,” I say quietly and kiss his neck. And then Kyle turns around, confusion is written all over his face.

023. Their lips collided in a passionate crash, sending shivers down her spine. Axel's kiss was intense, all-consuming, and utterly intoxicating. His tongue teased hers, igniting a fire that spread through her veins like wildfire. As he deepened the kiss, Amber's thoughts dissolved into chaos. Her heart pounded, her senses reeled, and her body melted into his. She was lost in the storm of sensations, unable to escape the torrent of desire he unleashed. Axel's grip on her wrists tightened, his fingers intertwining with hers as he explored the depths of her mouth. The world around them dissolved, leaving only the thrum of their racing hearts and the sweet, sweet torture of their kiss.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

Gabrielle could not escape the man's hold. He not only had his hand behind her neck, but he embraced her tight with his other arm. His lips crashed into hers and while in front of her colleagues, two board members, and the president of the BNC Media, Kyle kissed her without misgiving. She could feel his tongue asking for admittance, and at the simple taste of his flavor, Gabrielle gave in, parting her mouth. They kissed for not just one, but in three full seconds!