Forced Kissed Novels & Stories

He gripped my chin pulling me up from the floor "You let go so quickly. I have to reward you" he said "Ah you wanted a kiss." he scoffed "how silly of me to forget but anyway we don't want to leave you with nothing. I’m a gentleman who keeps his word, so here you go" he kissed me on my forehead softly. His lips felt cold, like the kiss of death. I clenched my fists. Sadistic Bastard!!

“Do it properly, or tomorrow your father wakes to find the debt unpaid.” Her throat tightened. Rage surged in her veins, but so did desperation. Slowly, hesitantly, she lifted her face again. This time, her lips brushed his, soft, fleeting, but real. A kiss. The world seemed to stop. Heat shot through her veins, uninvited, unwanted. For a moment, she felt the strength in his stillness, the danger coiled beneath his restraint. His lips didn’t move against hers, but his hand tightened on her wrist, steadying her as if she might break.

I did not break off our kiss, I did not give her a chance to come up for air, I picked on her lips so hard, then I bit down on it, causing her to gasp in pain as I took advantage of it and plunged my tongue into her mouth, invading her mouth, searching every corner, kissing her so hard, so fast. She was struggling to keep up with me, I did not even give her a chance to catch her breath, I keep on kissing her, forcing her to endure my pleasurable torture and keep up with me. I only stopped when I heard the dinging sound on my phone that told me that her phone has been cloned successfully. She panted and gasped for breath when I broke the kiss. I smiled in satisfaction as I achieved my goal, s

He gently placed his finger on her lips and whispered, "Don’t think about anything... Just think about yourself... Think about me... Think about us... Hm?" Her eyes welled with tears. After enduring months without kindness, the tenderness he showed overwhelmed her. He leaned in, pressing his lips against hers, sucking on them with intense passion. Their movements grew wild, making them stumble. Revilla's back hit the wall as Alex continued kissing her with raw fervor. Their kiss turned messy and unrestrained. His hands gripped her waist, drawing a shaky moan from her lips. Breaking away for a moment, he placed a deep, lingering kiss on her neck.

I whispered. As I turned to leave, Blaze’s hands shot out, grasping my wrist with an urgency that halted me in my tracks. “ Katie, wait,” he pleaded, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and desperation. In a single swift movement, his lips captured mine in a fierce and passionate kiss. At that moment, all thoughts fled from my mind, consumed by the intensity of our shared desire.

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.

“Watching you grow into this stunning, confident woman. Wanting to touch you. To taste you. Knowing it was wrong. Until that message last night… I couldn’t hold back anymore.” The dam broke. I stepped forward and kissed him. Victor groaned into my mouth, pulling me hard against his solid body. His kiss was hungry, deep, and passionate — nothing like the boys I’d been with. His big hands roamed over my back, down to my ass, squeezing possessively as our tongues tangled. “We can’t get caught,” he murmured against my lips, even as he backed me toward the couch. “Door’s locked?” “Yes,” I breathed. “Locked. No one can know. Ever.”

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.

Gently lifting his head with both hands to face her, and kissed him. He tasted of whiskey and the salt from his tears, but she didn't care, not as her lips locked with his and she felt like she had come home. Almost like he'd been holding himself back, Ambrose's lips finally responded to her's, kissing her passionately, demanding, hungry. Sephora groaned as he gently bit her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth to him, letting his tongue claim her fully. Sephora began digging her fingers into the muscles in his back, when Ambrose suddenly pulled away.

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.