Kissing My Obsessive Enemy Novels & Stories

The kiss was not just an expression of affection but also a release of all the frustration Seth had felt throughout the day on the golf course. Jasmine was stunned, her body tensing under Seth’s grip. Yet, she felt a complex mix of emotions. Seth's burning anger, deep-seated anxiety, and beneath it all, unspoken love. She tried to push Seth away, but her efforts were futile. Seth kissed her deeper, as if he wanted to merge with Jasmine, to erase all uncertainties and pain haunting them. Finally, Seth pulled back, panting heavily. His eyes bore into Jasmine's with an intensity that made her heart pound. "I can't stand it anymore, Mine. Hearing another man call you that... I feel like I'm goin

She kissed my chin, planting a slow tender bite on my lower lip. "I like it when my enemies are oblivious of my attacks. There's nothing more befitting than shocking your enemies with an element of surprise. If I were you, I wouldn't tempt a hungry man with his favorite meal." I bent forward to lick her right hear. She clasped her hand on my triceps, saving herself from falling away.

The last time we were this close, it did not end innocently. The way I so boldly kissed him, and for a second he kissed me back. His lips melted against mine, claimed my first kiss, his hands tainted my skin, branding me. As I stared into his eyes, the flash backs came flooding my mind. Briefly his eyes dropped down to my lips bit he quickly looked away, not quick enough for me not to notice. ♡ Song: Ma Meilleure Ennemie (from the series Arcane League of Legends) ♡ She stood close to him, her body almost touching his. The music was slow and sensual, with a strong beat that seemed to pulse through their veins.

My emotions tangled until I could no longer tell one from the other. Olivine’s lips moved against mine with equal parts demand and plea, every stroke revealing the urgency of his need. The desperation poured into me, filling every empty space until it became mine too. My mind screamed to stop, to remember Visaris, to resist this dangerous path. But those rational thoughts drowned beneath the intensity of his kiss.

I squeezed out. He released my neck and crushed his lips against mine. The kiss was hot, possessive, almost angry. I moaned into his mouth, and he groaned, squeezing my ass hard through the dress. Our tongues battled as the love egg suddenly buzzed to life again, making me super sensitive. Every vibration sent sparks through my body.

Their lips collided, locking into one another in an instant, igniting a fierce electric energy that coursed through their veins. It was unexpected, sudden, and took them both by surprise. She never imagined that she would be kissing her enemy, especially not in a place like this. Her heart was racing, and her mind was in turmoil as the realization hit her. How could she be kissing the Crown Prince? He was the one she was supposed to hate, the one who stood in the way of her goals.

I crushed my mouth against hers — rough, claiming, unstoppable. Because I needed her to remember this. She's mine. And she always will be. I kissed her like it was the only way to breathe. No softness. No mercy. Just my lips crashing into hers with the kind of madness that only she could summon out of me. My fingers dug into her jaw, forcing her to feel every ounce of the obsession burning inside me. And when she whimpered — when she twisted against me with defiance — I kissed her deeper.

Cherry Brentwood’s life changed the night she turned eighteen—caught doing the forbidden while moaning the name of her brother’s best friend. Fast forward to two years later, summer vacation was supposed to be everything she had dreamed of. What she never expected was to spend it under the same room with her brother's best friend, the man with the most seductive gray eyes that she's been trying to forget…and her arch-enemy cousin sister. Xavier Salvatore is a guy who walks in silence, barely speaks, but rather acts in dangerous, mysterious ways. He’s not a saint; He's not an angel. He walks the thin line between good and evil. He is none other than the ghost of the Black

“Fuck everyone's thoughts.” “And now, I'm beginning to feel alone in the obsession.” Kieran chuckled. “Boy, you know that you're in my head 24/7. You're the only person I'm obsessed with.” I kissed him again. “You have so much control over me that I'm going crazy.” “You speak for two.” We kissed again.

He moved towards me, smooth, calculated, predatory, till his breath whispered hot against my cheek and I could feel the rumble of his speech vibrating in his chest. ‘I'm not a soft lover,’ he whispered, his voice low and thick like syrup on glass. “I’m an obsessive one.” I felt my stomach turn, my breath caught sharp. My mouth opened – I had some snappy thing to say, some put-down hovering on the tip of my tongue – but it slipped quickly from my mind as those fingers closed in tight onto the edge of my pants and yanked me forward to crash me solidly down onto the couch beside him.