Freddy Kiss Chica Novels & Stories

“Is this about the kiss, my Lady?“ he asked, sounding amused. Freya wanted the ground to open up and swallow her at that moment. Her face went scarlet red and she almost forgot the other reason why she was angry. “Why should I care about the fact that you didn't kiss me? I barely know you and—” “Right.“ That was all he said before he gently grabbed her waist and crushed his lips on hers.

" Fred , don't do this. You're my best friend and we've been friends since childhood. You can't take advantage of me , I'm taking my vows tomorrow in church." " Fuck the church." he yelled and that made me flinched. " I want you Ariel and I'm having you." With anger laced in his voice he lift me off the ground and kissed me roughly. I fought , I cried , I pleaded but nothing makes any sense to Freddie. He was different , all I could see is lust in his eyes. " Freddie don't do this." I pleaded. Freddie hissed and slapped me. He aggressively pushed me against the couch and fondled every of my parts.

My mouth was covering hers again, kissing her hungrily and Freya could feel all other thoughts being pushed to the side, her entire focus centered on the feeling of my lips against hers, my tongue sweeping over them making a heated pool at her entrance. She felt herself being lifted off her feet and she wrapped her legs around me, pulling him closer into the kiss. Their masks remained on their faces and the mysterious air that it gave made Freya shudder in even more pleasure. After a minute of tongue dancing, I placed her gently on her feet again.

Valor suggested leaning in closer to her face. Freya stared back at him, and then leaned in, kissing him softly on his lips. Valor ran one hand through her long hair, using the other to hold her back. Freya responded, leaning deeper into the kiss and running her hand along his thigh. As their kiss became deeper, Valor felt his lust for her take over his body, overwhelming him with passion. He playfully nibbled her lip, before taking her deeper and pushing his body against hers.

"So I have the rights to take control over the kiss" I blink and my body froze. "W-What?!" "You read the contract so you must aware with the footnote 'every night' darling" My lips parted in disbelief realizing what he said. The footnote 'every night' means 'before midnight' and it's already passed midnight. What the hell?! "Do you remember it now?" I felt him smirk. "Yeah..." my voice drop. "Good. But first thing first, Little. I think I need to give you a short demonstration what a real kiss is really like"

“Hayden! Get off me.” “I told you to not be involved in anything. What the fuck happened?” I couldn’t hear his words as my mind went to the moment when he tried to kiss me forcefully. It increased my fear as he was straddling me and I could imagine only the worst possibilities of being under him. “Get off me.” I kept shouting. We both were shouting at each other and in the chaos, I kicked him and freed myself from his grip. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I was hit with multiple emotions, at the same time.

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

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.

The better because she had so much to be thrown on her way. Chris laughed at her statement, "aren't we acting too innocent here?" he asked his hand curling into a fist, "when you know very well how to trap a man in marriage." He saw her lower her head, "I didn't mean any harm by asking," her voice lowered, "I'm truly sorry." His teeth were about to draw blood out of inner lip, "what are you really sorry for Miss Freeman?" He wasn't about to address her by his name. Never.

I muffled a scream, kicking and struggling to free myself from his grip as I dug my nails into his hands. ​“Stop, let her go!” Ferra cried, and she started to run back to me. ​I shook my head, using this chance to bite the skin on his arm, tugging it as hard as I could. This caused him to hiss in pain, freeing his hands from my mouth, but he tangled an arm around my waist before I could sprint forward.