Kiss Rock Bottom Novels & Stories

She never wanted her kids to grow up in this darkness. Damon’s fury finally softened, though the madness still lingered in his eyes. He pulled her close and kissed her — and she didn’t protest. But it wasn’t passion, nor love. It was raw, hard, consuming, a collision of desperation and violence. She could taste blood on his lips, acrid smoke clinging to his breath, the metallic tang searing her tongue. The kiss was suffocating, unhinged, more like a claim than an embrace.

I didn't want to dwell on her words because I could feel the effect of the alcohol. I turned up some music and one of my favourites came on, Skin by Rihanna and I decided it wouldn't harm anyone if I danced. I had one my glass in one hand and I started to dance occasionally taking a sip of my drink. I continued dancing to some other slow songs and drinking. When I finally turned around towards the door, there was Cole staring at me. I stood there frozen looking at him. He moved towards me so fast that I had no time to think when he grabbed me and kissed me.

He said so dominantly. Without realising,my lips were sealed with his.My eyes opened widely at whats going on.My first kiss has been stole by Keron the famous musician l didnt see this coming.Whatvisvthis man doing? Butv hey amb really surprised at how incredible his mouth taste.Yes l kissed him back after he wasnt willing to leave my lips The kiss was too gentle and l didnt want it stop.But my heart told me am not doing the right thing.l struggled to be let free from him but was all in vein.His kisses grew more fierce.His hands started messaging and a small moan escaped my mouth .

Fuck it. I kiss him. The force of it forces us both down onto the mattress. His hand moves to the back of my neck, holding me in place as he deepens the kiss. Our tongues clash as we both fight for dominance. He bites my bottom lip and I moan my back arches as my core and chest push harder on to him. His hand moves to my hair and tugs painfully, breaking the kiss. My head is forced back as he kisses my throat and I move, grinding on him.

I throw myself onto his lips to answer his question; I want to stay with him tonight. He pulls me close, lifts me up and sits me on his lap. My hands wrap around his neck. We deepen our kiss. His tongue explores the depths of my mouth before finding mine, he sucks it gently, sending shivers through my lower belly. His hands roam my back, sliding down to my hips which rub against him. I'm completely wet, he growls in frustration: he wants me as much as I want him. He lays me back on the couch, starting to undress me slowly.

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.

My insides clenched, eager to feel him deep inside me. “Kaitlynn,” he rasped, looking into my eyes, his cheeks ruddy and bottom lip caught between his teeth. “Baby. I’m right on the edge.” I nodded and nudged his chest. “Lie down.” He did, willingly. So I climbed onto his lap, still keeping hold of him, and I straddled him. After I lined us up, I latched my hands around his tie and slowly began to sink down.

The taste of his kiss seemed to search the depths of my soul, captivating me in an instant. When he playfully bit my lower lip, I felt a surge of excitement building within me, threatening to consume me entirely. For a few blissful seconds, I tilted my head, yearning for more. But then, abruptly, he halted, his breath coming in heavy, rapid gasps. I craved more, desperately wanting to delve deeper into this intoxicating connection. "Sh*t!" he whispered, his words barely audible. I was genuinely taken aback by his next move. The warmth of his palm gently squeezed one of my mounds, sending a rush of pleasure coursing through my body. My breath hitched, and a gasp escaped my lips, a mixture of

​“O...okay, but promise me that...” ​“Screw it,” I heard Draven say before he grabbed my cheeks and leaned into a rough kiss, covering my lips with his as he pressed my body against the wall. I grabbed his shirt and was about to pull away when he bit my bottom lip so hard I gasped in pain. Draven, being Draven, used this chance to slip his tongue inside and press his body against mine. I tried my best not to give in and break down on the floor.

I asked. "No. I'm just wondering if you are still the same girl I know." "Why?" "You seemed like a nerd then but now I feel like I got the wrong impression of you." "Yea you did." He brushed his hands gently up my sides to rest on my shoulders, ignoring my breasts so obviously that I let out a frustrated groan and pounded my fists against his chest in protest. "I’m savored, I promise," I told him tartly, reaching for his zipper. 'Jesus.' He hissed as he felt my little hands through his jeans. 'You’re perfect. Did you know that?' He molded his hands to my breasts, giving them each exactly what they wanted. Nate sucked in a deep, ragged breath. 'Fuck.'