Romans & histoires Wall Kisses

He launched at her, his lips crashing onto hers with a fierce intensity that left her breathless. Isabelle tried to resist, her hands pushing against his chest, but Collins' grip was too strong, his arms wrapping around her like a vice. He deepened the kiss, his tongue probing hers, claiming her mouth as his own. At first, Isabelle's resistance was fierce, her lips pressed together in a tight line, refusing to yield to his advances. But Collins was relentless, his kiss like a storm that wouldn't subside. He wore her down, his lips soft and persuasive, his tongue teasing hers until she couldn't help but respond. Her resistance slowly melted away, her lips softening under his assault. She felt

My back press against the wall. Seeping a cold bite on my exposed shoulders. He tilts my head to the side and deepen the kiss. There's a way Banks kiss: Ravish, Devour and ground still. He pulls my body so close to his like he can't let me go, else I'll run. Which I want to right now, but can't. I love how he kisses. My lipstick! I push him away. He stops, our faces still inches apart and my lipstick currently a smudge red on his lips. I clamp my lips with my mouth. He stands tall. Still holding me, still pressing me against the wall.

It seemed like she was waiting for something or someone. Ace Denzell came up from behind and blew into her ear, causing two or three strands of her hair to touch her cheeks. "Hey Wolfie," he said, then kissed the tip of her earlobe. But she angrily pushed him away in response. He looked at his lover with a hurt expression. When he asked her what happened, she quickly took out her knife and put it on his throat.

I whispered, a little anxious as to what he had planned. He responded with a kiss, wrapping one arm around my waist so that he pinned me to the support beam. His kisses moved down to the sensitive area just below my ear where my shoulder and neck joined. “I've got you.” His free hand slid up my thigh, reminding me that I was wearing a dress and that my knees were splayed open. His hand didn't stop at the hem of my dress; instead, he continued up my inner thigh and sent heat surging through my core. His fingers caressed the lace of the little panties I had chosen. They were light blue like the dress and more lace and string than fabric.

Her eyes squinted when she saw how Isa accidentally kissed her guy partner when the latter tried to lift Isa. She bit her lip to prevent herself from laughing. Isa had her brows furrowed and her eyes frequently throw daggers to the guy who held her. When the contest was over, Isa and her partner did not win which made Isa frustrated. When the guy realized how bad the girl's temper was, he immediately fled to the crowd. Sydnee's lips curved into a sweet smile when she saw Isa walking back to her direction. Then she looked around again. Anthony was still nowhere to be seen.

Closing her eyes, she parted her lips slightly, brushing them against his. Maxwell gasped as Melissa's lips met his, sending shivers down his spine. The kiss started off gentle, but quickly turned into something more passionate as their tongues intertwined, desperate for each other. Melissa's hands roamed over Maxwell's body, tracing the curves of his muscles beneath his shirt.

He kissed her forehead. "If I don't come back," he said, "I want you to know that these three years were the best years of my life. Because they were the years I got to love you. Not as a weapon. Not as a spy. Just as you. Just as the woman who chose vulnerability over power." Lena couldn't speak. Couldn't do anything except hold him. "Come back with me," she whispered. "I will," Dominic said. "We both will." But as they held each other in the darkness of the facility, Lena understood the truth that no one was saying out loud:

I felt like I had caught him, he must have slacked in his cooked stories. "You said you want to take it back without shedding blood. That's why we are using the Kiss Of Vengeance. Alpha Jake has kissed your hand four times already, we need six more to go." He still found a way out and I felt marveled. He was good at this. "Kiss Of Vengeance?" I asked as that was the part that marveled me the most in his new development. "I see that you do not believe me and I'm sure that your memory will still come back. Until then, I'll let you do whatever you want." He stood up from the bed, walking out but he couldn't stop turning back to look at me.

The stench of blood and terror clung to the air. I went to the first man, the weaker one, the one whose whimpers had filled the room for the past two days. He did not glance at me. Coward! With dramatic caution, I leaned forward, my lips grazing his cheek as I kissed him. Then another on the other cheek. And then one on his forehead. A blessing. A farewell. I inhaled and took a step back, cocking my head to look at what I'd created. Red lipstick stained his sweaty, pale face.

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her: