Trapped In Your Kiss Novels & Stories

Before I could even register the trap, he lunged and claimed my lips in a bruising kiss. My eyes widened in sheer shock. The suddenness of his movement shattered my focus, and the hairpin slipped from my numb fingers, falling straight to the ground. Seth pulled me flush against him with terrifying strength, our bodies colliding with a heavy impact. I could feel the hard expanse of his bare chest pressing tightly against mine, trapping me. I tried pulling away from the kiss, thrashing against his lips, but his grip around my waist was firmer, locking me in place like steel bands. He deepened the kiss like a madman.

Trey doesn’t even ask, he just pays for anything and everything that he wants to. This feels weird, as if my best friend did t just hold my boyfriend captive for the last two weeks. Oh shit, are we official? “Umm, Trey?” I ask looking over at him well closing my laptop. “What’s up?” Trey asks not moving from his laptop. “ Are we official?” I asked a little nervous to what he would say. “Beau, why would you think we are anything but official?” He says closing his laptop this time and turning towards me. “I guess it’s something we just hadn’t talked about.” I said shrugging my shoulders. “Ava, I am here with you, when most people would be with there siblings or parents after being kidnapped. I

Lucas lowered his face again, and Julia closed her eyes once more. This time, Lucas held Julia's waist to bring her closer, and Julia remained still in Lucas's embrace. Lucas then kissed Julia's lips gently, and slowly deepened the kiss. The sensation of these lips was just like five years ago, very pleasant, and it made Lucas addicted. Julia felt Lucas's kiss becoming deeper and longer; it seemed like this was not just a goodnight kiss. But a kiss that desired more, and Julia realized that her body was being tightly embraced by Lucas.

This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billionaire." The first season can be read under the title "Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child." These two stories are interrelated, and it is recommended to start by reading the first season first. Thank you.

“gods!” The kiss, that kiss, her kiss was so electrifying. So strong. So hot… “It’s the most maddening thing I’ve felt in the long time.” I admitted, my hands in my hair. Tangled there and remembering just how she grabbed and owned them moments ago.

"You really are as pure as morning dew, aren't you?" "What?" "That lightning-fast lip press is what you call a kiss?" Kylie's eyes went wide with panic. She wanted to escape right now. Grab. Her whole body froze when his hand slid around her waist. "Wait... mmm." And then it happened-in the fading light of dusk-while cars passed by their parked car. Bang!

His teeth scrape lightly over my hip, and I can’t help but shiver, my hands gripping the sheets. He looks up at me through his messy hair, his gaze burning. “Say it again,” he demands, his voice rough and edged with need. I swallow hard, forcing myself to speak through the haze clouding my thoughts. “I’m yours, Tristan. I always have been.” The admission makes something flicker in his eyes—something raw and fierce. He leans back up, capturing my mouth again, his hands framing my face. The kiss is slower this time, almost reverent, and it takes everything in me not to fall apart right then.

I pushed the door open carefully, expecting silence, expecting solitude. Instead, I am met with warmth, and hands. Someone yanks me in by the wrist. Before I can scream, a mouth crashes against mine, hot and urgent. The door shuts behind me with a soft thud. I stagger, my back hitting the frame of a tall planter, the scent of crushed herbs and soil bursting around us. I know that kiss. I know the anger in it. The desperation. The need to dominate a storm he couldn't fight. Tristan.

His lips moved against mine, claiming, possessing. I twisted my wrists violently, trying to pull them free from his grip above my head. His fingers tightened like iron, pinning me harder against the mattress. I pulled again, yanking with all my strength, my body arching up off the bed. Nothing. He held me effortlessly, his mouth never leaving mine. The kiss deepened. His tongue swept into my mouth, invading, taking. I made a sound—silent, strangled—trapped in my throat. I couldn't breathe.

“The very first moment I laid eyes on you in that motorcycle showroom. I am giving you one final chance to think about this, Zoriana... because the exact moment you tell me you are mine, I am never letting you go.” “I am yours,” she whispered. Tristan didn’t bother to reply. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest, and crushed his lips to hers in a kiss more binding than any promise.