Thrown Kiss Novels & Stories

For a moment, the tension between them softened, replaced by a quiet understanding that neither of them dared to put into words. Ray shifted, his body pressing against hers as he kissed her deeply, the intensity of it sending a shiver down her spine. Samira responded eagerly, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, losing herself in the feel of his lips on hers. The kiss quickly escalated, their hands exploring familiar paths with renewed urgency.

his voice landed hot on my face, filling my nose with the thick smell of alcohol. I couldn’t say a word, I was helpless in his glare, there was no way back, and no possible means to fight back. I wished I could fight back. I wished I could escape, but wishes don’t come true when we wish most. I felt his rough hand on my cheek as he jerked up my face so that I could look helplessly at his face. “I own you. I own this apartment. You dare not question me!” he brushed my face aside, and off he went.

he questioned but before I could open my mouth to defend my self, his mouth came crashing against mine. His tongue skillfully slipped through my defenses, finding its way into my mouth. The kiss was breathtaking, igniting a passionate response within me. Whether he shared the same arousal remained a mystery. This time, his kiss possessed an intensity and ferocity that made me fear I might lose my breath, an intoxicating dance that bordered on the edge of suffocating ecstasy.

He kissed me. It wasn't a question. It wasn't a negotiation. It was a crushing, final moment of surrender. His mouth pressed hard against mine, his lips firm and demanding, tasting of something dark and ancient. It was a kiss that felt like a goodbye and a promise all at once, a sudden, violent collision of our two worlds. I felt my knees give out, my hands flying up to grip his shoulders as the room began to spin, the only thing grounding me in the sudden, terrifying chaos being the heat of his lips on mine.

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

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.

I'll choose kissing her over pranks any day. We stop by Derrick and Camden's locker first and it's at the tip of my tongue to warn them about Rain's prank but I keep my mouth shut. If I'm going to sleep with her, I should start being nice to her. Should I recorded this and send to her as a gesture of good will? I chuckle to myself. Am I really ready to shove my friends under the bus for a chance at pussy? Who am I? Rain and a girl that's dating one of her stoner friends enter the hallway and they try to pretend they're not watching us. Rain's eyes don't meet mine. She's looking everywhere but at me. Glad to see I'm not the only one affected by the kiss.

She could feel the strength in his grip, the way he held her as if she were something precious. Without another word, Romeo leaned in, his lips brushing against hers with a tenderness that took her breath away. The kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration that spoke of care and affection. Romeo’s lips were warm and inviting, moving against hers with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made her heart flutter.

The room was filled with an intoxicating blend of anticipation and vulnerability. In that fleeting moment, my mind raced, conflicted between the urgency of our mission and the undeniable connection that had grown between us. Zander had always been enigmatic, a puzzle that both intrigued and perplexed me. But his request for a kiss carried a weight of significance, revealing a vulnerability he rarely showed. As our lips touched, a surge of emotions surged within me. It was a tender, delicate kiss, filled with unspoken promises and uncharted possibilities. In that brief, stolen moment, the walls that had guarded my heart began to crumble, and a spark of something deeper ignited within me.

Desperate to calm him down, she instinctively leaned forward and pressed her lips against his, a tender kiss meant to silence his anger. Their lips met, and in that moment, the intensity of Haider's anger began to dissipate. Ameera's touch, her love, had the power to soothe the storm within him. As their lips lingered in the kiss, a mix of passion, vulnerability, and understanding flowed between them.