Thrown Kiss Novels & Stories

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.

His mouth descended before I could finish, a silencing of my protest, a claiming of my will. The kiss was different this time—not slow, not tentative. It was deep and hungry, laced with an intensity that threatened to drown me. His lips were a force of nature, a quiet storm that raged against mine, demanding a response I was terrified to give. His hand slid up my spine, pulling me closer still, until I was certain I could feel the hard, relentless beat of his heart against mine. It was a strong, steady rhythm, a stark contrast to the chaos inside me. The kiss was a contradiction—a brutal act of dominance and a desperate, undeniable intimacy. It was the taste of coffee and power and possessio

And in this moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of love and desire for him. A passionate and fiery kiss was Vincent's only response. His lips met hers with a force that took her breath away. It was a hungry, demanding kiss, filled with a raw, primal energy that sent shivers down her spine. Strong, earnest, almost out of breath, he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fierce urgency.

I said angry that he is making it seem irrelevant to talk about her and what I feel. He stood there looking at me for some time then moved closer. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make seem like I don't want to hear you out. And she is not my lover, you are." He gave me a kiss on the lips and I immediately pushed him away. I knew that with him kissing me I would melt in his arms and not tell him my thoughts.

The girl's feelings of fear have been relieved, because of the insistent kiss the man gave her. The girl sighed softly. "Shh ... Ahhh ..." The sound of the girl's sigh, already made the man's junior standing behind his trousers. The man kissed her lips again, harshly. The man's hand stroked the girl's cheek, slowly. The girl returned the hot kiss from this man, her hands moved around his neck. Passion can take away common sense !! "Shh ... Ahh faster .... Oh faster ..." A sigh escaped the two of them. He pumped his body over the girl's body. The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax.

Terrified. “I can’t stop looking at you,” he said. “Even when you hate me.” “I don’t hate you,” she said. Her voice broke. “I hate that I ever loved you.” And then it happened. He kissed her. Not soft. Not tender. But like drowning. Desperate. Raw. She let him. For a second. Then she pulled away. Breathless. Trembling. “This kiss,” she whispered, “isn’t forgiveness. It’s evidence.”

The fox will grant you what you’ve been searching As long as you bring something someone else has been missing. Ah, but I digress… This one should let you rest. Just sit back, enjoy the bliss You will experience Here at the inn called Chocolate Kiss!

she looked at his hazel eyes. Chris caressed her cheeks, "I was in need of caress and when I saw the love of my life walk to the restroom, I couldn't help myself." Kimberly pushed his palms away from her cheeks, "and we ended up doing more than caress." "Don't tell me that you regret it," he looked anywhere but not her, "because I don't." He was telling the truth and she knew it, "I don't and I'll never do that." He pecked her lips.

The intensity between us grew, a spark that started in my chest, as it had before for him, only this time it grew with each long look and his gentle fingers pressed against my wrists. He leaned in and kissed my nose. He hovered there and I didn't move. He tilted his head, kissing my lips. I remained still, kissing him back. It was a light kiss, but he kept it going soft and steady. His tongue teased my lips and I welcomed it. He made a delightful noise and leaned into me, tongue darting into my mouth. I leaned far back trying not to fall. My hand searched for something to hold to, I grabbed hold of his shoulder and then the back of his neck.

I started. "It'll wash up on shore," he said, then leaned down and kissed me. I quickly lost myself to the kiss, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. His hands went to my sides, pulling me in closer. As we stood there, kissing, another wave crashed against Dean's back. My feet lost their grip on the ocean floor, but Dean stayed steady. I wrapped my legs around his hips. He was a rock that I could cling to, and as another wave hit us, I found myself gripping him even tighter.