Kissed Against A Wall Novels & Stories

I touch my lips, which she touched only lightly with hers, and turn back after her, but she's gone, lost somewhere in the pool of bodies in the cub. "Hey, babe. “The guy behind me says, “Are you going in, or we'll stay here making out all night?" "Uh...yeah. I'm going" I stutter and get in. * * * "All cool?" Aaron asks me when I get back to them. "Yes, I think so." "What happened?" Nathan pulls me and looks around; he seems almost angry. "No, nothing happened. A girl kissed me in the restroom." He squeezes my hand and turns very, very serious "Okay. Did you like it?"

Her glasses captured every angle, transmitting live feeds to Naina. Gasps rippled through the nearby guests. Cameras flashed. A journalist’s lens caught the moment — Ryan Wills, the young actor, and Chris Hopkins, the Hollywood icon. The camera flashes, or the crowd didn't bother them Ryan pinned Chris against the wall, kissing him again, desperate, reckless. Chris responded hesitantly, his hands gripping Ryan’s arms. The embrace was heated, scandalous, undeniable.

But Kendra grabbed her and made her face her. "Where do you think you're going?" Kendra hissed, her eyes dark, and then pushed her to the wall. As soon as her back hits the wall, it gave in and crumbled. Kara fell back and she was supposed to be buried in debris but she felt like falling, and falling deeper, into the darkness. And then everything finally went dark.

(Brielle’s POV) It was a toe-curling kiss, wanting me to curse myself for forgetting why I was here in the first place. He was so good at devouring my mouth that I wanted him to have the title for being such a good kisser. I moaned, hardly feeling the hard concrete wall of the bar when he pinned my back to it, and perhaps after a little more of this, I would probably pull off my dress to feel the skin of his hand on top of my clothes, cupping my brassiere.

Then he spoke “Fine then, be it that way. Don’t care about my feelings and I’ll not care about yours.” Saying it, he brought his face closer to mine. By the way, he leaned his face, I could understand he was going to kiss me so I struggled to free myself from his grip. “Hayden! What are you doing? Leave me.” I panicked. “I too don’t care about your feelings.” He smirked and pushed me to the wall. His one hand traveled to my stomach while his other hand held me in my place, making me unable to move. His soft lips touched my neck which stopped my heartbeat for a moment. He kissed and sucked it which brought tears to my eyes. I didn’t expect it from him. I had imagined my kiss with him before b

I couldn’t get close enough, even though my whole body was pressed against his. Waylon pulled away, but that didn’t stop me from kissing his neck. “Wakely, we shouldn’t.” His voice was deep and husky. “You’ve been through a lot.” I pulled away and furrowed my brows at him. “I’m not about to let the thought of Barrett or Bradley…whatever the fuck his name is ruin my life for a moment longer. What I want is for you to fuck me against this shower wall until I forget everything.” A wicked smile pulled at his lips. “Such a temptress.” He chuckled. He stepped closer, crowding me back until my spine met the wall. His cock pressed firm between us, and I was already slick with anticipation.

The three of them connected by phone, no words now, just the sound of breathing and the city waking up around them in the way it woke up every morning, indifferent to everything happening on this particular street. "We go in," Elena said. "We go in," Alexander said. They moved toward the door together. Elena's hand found Alexander's in the dark space between one step and the next. Not strategy. Not performance. Just her hand finding his because it had started to understand where it belonged. He held it for exactly two seconds. Then they reached the door. Alexander looked at her one final time. She nodded. He knocked. Three times. Deliberate. Unhurried.

But her eyes were clear. "I'll take left flank," Katerina said to Anastasia. Not asking. Telling. "You take right. We compress them against the tunnel wall." Anastasia nodded once. These two understood each other in a way that didn't require explanation. They'd been forged in the same fire. They spoke the language of violence fluently. Alexei, sitting against the tunnel wall, coughed into his handkerchief. Blood. He looked at it without emotion. "I'm not moving," he said. His voice was paper-thin, but his tone was absolute. "I'll be a liability. Stop pretending otherwise."

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

Xavier smiles against my lips and kisses me harder. We break apart when the sounds of police sirens penetrate the lust filled room. Xavier moves away from me at lightning speed and leaves the room, slamming the door on his way out. I slump on the floor and try to catch my breath. Holy shit, Xavier Bishops just kissed me and worse, I kissed him back.