Kiss Against A Wall Novels & Stories

Abby Pressed up against the cold stone wall, Karl and I are locked in a passionate kiss, the world around us fading into insignificance. The rough texture of the wall against my back is a stark contrast to the warmth of Karl’s body pressed unwaveringly up against mine. Our breaths mingle in the chilly night air, each kiss only deepening my desire.

Not difficult to do at all. We arrive at the mansion and he uses his fingerprint to open the door. “So where is my….” I gasp midsentence as he pushes me against the door and cuts me off with a hard, punishing kiss. My skirt is bunched up immediately and my panties are yanked aside as he thumbs my clit. I squeeze my eyes tight at the sensation. It feels rough and so damn good at the same time. I’d managed to stop him outside but there’s nothing to stop him here, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it though. I secretly crave this relentless side of him.

The moment the door closed behind them he pushed her against the wall. His mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss was hungry. Demanding. His tongue invaded. Tangling with hers. He tasted like whiskey and sin. Ava moaned into his mouth. Her hands fisted in his hair. Pulling him deeper. He groaned. One hand shoved her dress up her thighs. His fingers found her soaked panties. He rubbed her clit through the lace. Firm circles that made her hips buck. “Fuck, you are soaked,” he growled against her lips. “So ready for me.”

All of it comes to a head in this single, violent collision. Our lips crash together as we find a new way to dismantle one another. Ron keeps me pinned against the mahogany-paneled wall, pouring every ounce of the Hwan-Castellano aggression into the kiss. He is nipping at my lip, exerting a territorial dominance that makes my blood sing with a dangerous, forbidden rhythm. He forces his way between my lips, his tongue plundering with a possessive heat that ignores every rule of the Agency.

All I knew was that I needed her. I pushed her against the wall, my body pinning hers to the cold, hard surface. I kissed her fiercely, without restraint—our teeth clashed, and our lips craved each other. The kiss grew intense, her lips yielding to mine, as if she was surrendering, or maybe she was just matching my energy. She felt small beneath me, but there was nothing delicate about her; she was tougher than I had realized. The kiss deepened, and I sensed her body responding to mine, even with the lingering tension between us.

He raised his eyebrows. “Non-dangerous? Really? Well, you could say I am a little lamb.” Lina was surprised for thinking out loud, but she would not let him know she was embarrassed. “Oh, yes, of course-” he kissed her and walked forward, making her take steps back, until Lina's back was pressed against the wall. “You're so fucking hot!” he said. “That's what you think.” “If a guy denies that, he doesn't like women,” he laughed. “If you let me, I'll show you everything you make me think. Everything you’ve awaken in me.”

Lucien announced, his voice cold as death. Elias's face lit up. “Ah, there they are. Our final witnesses.” Father appeared then, bloodied but unbowed, hurling himself at Lucien with a shout that rang with defiance. Lucien barely flinched. He caught Father by the throat and lifted him effortlessly, like a rag doll. “Say goodbye,” Elias whispered. And then—he sank his teeth into Dad’s neck. I heard a sick, awful snap. Blood sprayed everywhere. And just like that, Dad fell.

Annika’s POV "Oh, Yes!" I hear the familiar voice echo through the walls of the living room. My feet come to a halt, and suddenly, I find it difficult to breathe. It feels like someone has wrapped his hand around my throat and is squeezing so hard. "Fuck!" A passionate whisper this time around. She is pressed on the couch, one leg thrown over my husband's shoulders. One hand is on her boobs on display, and the other is pressing into her thighs.

No evidence of her opening the door, no trace of her in the chaos. But there was me. The videos showed me kissing Chris, his body tense, his hands pushing against me as if resisting. Then, slowly, the resistance faded. The footage captured him fumbling with my shirt, unbuttoning, his focus shifting entirely to me — undoing my belt, pulling at my zipper. Every frame looked raw, primal, damning. No way it was coincidence. It looked like a trap, perfectly set, waiting for us to fall into it. And then Eva.

With a sudden, fierce motion, she pulled him down and crushed her lips to his in a breathless, deeply passionate kiss. The ballroom erupted. A blinding storm of paparazzi flashes illuminated the room as a collective, thunderous gasp rose from the crowd. The touch of his mouth was a violent shockwave, her fingers tangling in the thick hair at the back of his neck as he deepened the kiss. For a fraction of a second, Kasen's muscles went rigid with surprise. But then, his raw, protective instincts broke free. His large hands came up, wrapping around her bare waist, pulling her flush against his chest as he returned the kiss with a desperate, burning heat.