Forced Kissed Novels & Stories

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.

His hand gripped the side of my face and he leaned in, about to kiss me. * SMACK! * My hand flew instinctively to his cheek, slapping the life out of him. The sound echoed through the auditorium as everyone gasped in terror. Judah just stared at me with eyes wide open. "Taya? What's going on, dear?" Mrs. Zee's voice cut through the dead silence. "He tried to kiss me!" "Well, duh," he said shamelessly. "Why'd you do that for?!" "It says it on the script, Jack and Rose kissed," he said, pointing to a part on the script.

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.

God, why does he have to be such a good kisser? ​Due to the lack of oxygen, I was forced to pull away, but Draven didn’t stop there. Instead, he started leaving a trail of hot kisses along my jawline and down to my neck, nibbling and sucking on my soft spot before moving up and kissing the corner of my lips, then back to my neck again, making my whole body quiver in pleasure. I gasped when he squeezed my thighs and tugged on the skin of my neck, causing me to moan again. No, this was getting too intense and I have to control myself...but I can’t, and I don’t want to.

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

I kissed her lightly on her lips and ordered a couple of drinks for us. We flirted with each other all throughout the evening. We both enjoyed sharing some kisses not minding the people watching us. I had to have her tonight or I'll lose my mind. So I decided to bring her to my place. We went to the next building and I had a friend take us to my place with his chopper. All throughout the flight we continued to kiss while I try to remain in control. I could feel myself wanting to taste her. My fangs keep protruding every time my mouth kisses the pulsing veins on her neck. But I stay focused on her enjoying our kisses and panting every time I stop kissing her.

“Do you remember the anagrams in the pinball machine? Words are traps for ideas. I don’t need to say them because you already know.” “How will I know if you don’t say them?” “Because it’s our hearts that are speaking to each other.” “I see…” Sasha blushed. Normally timid, this time he bent down slightly to kiss Aki on the forehead. Aki closed her eyes at the gentle, cold touch of his lips. “You tell me this now?” she whispered. Afterwards, they both walked out of the antechamber into separate rooms and their shy glances over their shoulders were the last they ever saw of each other.

And now, when Emily, my truest ally, offered me solace, I was hesitant. But a part of me, the part that was so bruised and broken, needed her. Needed the comfort of a touch that wasn't a lie. I kissed her back, gently at first, a soft meeting of lips that held a universe of unspoken emotions. The kiss deepened, becoming more intense, a desperate expression of a love that had been simmering beneath the surface for too long. It was a raw, unfiltered kind of passion born from years of shared hardship and a silent understanding. It was a beautiful, tragic dance of two broken souls finding solace in each other's arms.

he confessed, a hint of vulnerability shining through his confident demeanor. Before I could respond, he pulled me into a passionate kiss. I was momentarily taken aback, but the intensity of the moment swept me away. I responded to his embrace, reciprocating the desire that had been brewing within me for far too long. His lips were soft and inviting, his tongue dancing with mine in a perfect rhythm. It was a kiss unlike any other—a culmination of longing, yearning, and unspoken desires.

He inhaled sharply as I began to grind up against him. I turned around to face him again. His hand was still in my hair, and I fell into him. He smelled so good, like clean soap and a light, woodsy cologne. My eyes flutter shut as I lifted onto my tiptoes and kissed him. It started light, but quickly became more as kissed me back. We continued to dance on the floor, kissing and swaying to the beat of the music, for a few long minutes. It was heaven. He broke from the kiss. “Have you ever been in a limo?” he whispered into my ear, his hands tightening on my waist. I loved how I felt with him touching me.