Romans & histoires Wall Kisses

The kiss was fierce, fueled by a torrent of emotions—anger, desire, frustration, and an overwhelming need to dominate. His hand slid to her waist, yanking her closer and pressing their bodies together under the cold stream of water. His other hand gripped her neck, controlling the intensity of their kiss. Hailey's initial resistance melted away, her hands wrapping around his neck as she matched his fervor, their breaths mingling in the heated exchange.

It kept me guessing, forever keeping things interesting, and never grew tiresome. The one distinguishable consistency was how they kissed me. Lucas was the first to dominate me with a searing ardent kiss, parting my lips with his tongue and then sliding it against mine as I reciprocated. Mason’s kiss was softer and filled with tenderness. Grayson's kiss was suggestive, his oral skills mirroring the way he loved to flick against my clit. Alex's kiss was possessive, controlling, and full of an intensity that always left me panting for more.

Then he licked my wrist. I inhaled sharply and ripped my hand away from him at the same time. My ring fell from my hand as I moved it, but Ford caught the metal smoothly. “What the hell was that?” I looked at Tea. She shrugged. “A wolf kiss. Wolves lick to show affection. Don’t you remember how much Jesse licked me when I was in our dorm room that one night?” “No. I was trying not to make eye contact with your huge-ass dog because I was afraid he’d try to eat me,” I grumbled.

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.

Waves lapped at our feet as he pulled me further into his lap to kiss me again I wanted to kiss him for eternity with just the sun and the waves as the world. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured reverently, taking a strand of hair and tucking it carefully behind my ear. “So are you,” I replied, blushing. I wished my words were better, but they were still true. His chest was hot and smooth against my bare arms as he pulled me into yet another mind-shattering kiss. “Charlotte is going to wonder where we are,” I said with a giggle as the sun continued her climb. “Let her worry for a moment,” Bastian whispered, his lips going to my throat. I moaned softly as he nipped the delicate flesh. I was t

He leans down and presses his lips against mine in a gentle kiss that quickly turns passionate. His chest pushes into me, and I’m forced to take a step back...and another until I’m backed up against the wall. My heart races, and Weston smirks before kissing me again. Harder this time. He boxes my smaller body against the wall as he dominates my mouth with his. “I hope you know that I won’t let you go now that you’ve basically admitted you want me as much as I want you,” he angles his head to lick and nibble my neck.

Lisa's lips parted slightly, inviting. Sarah glanced at Alex, who nodded encouragingly. Then, she turned to Lisa and leaned in. Their lips met softly at first, a tentative kiss that tasted of wine and lipstick. Lisa's hand cupped Sarah's cheek, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened, tongues sliding against each other, wet and warm. Sarah's heart raced as she felt Lisa's breath quicken. The husbands watched, transfixed. Alex's pants grew tight as he saw his wife's mouth open for another woman. Mike shifted in his seat, his hand rubbing his growing bulge.

If I initiate, it will only be a quick kiss. She soon submitted as she remembered how he had kissed her. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Wills Waltson, on the other hand, felt her breathing and hastily turned his face. Her lips were pressed against his. Luna jumped with fear and quickly turned her head back. But he pressed his lips on the back of her head, deepening the kiss. "Ugh …" She was scolded in her heart by Wills Waltson , the big bad wolf, again.

Wanda hesitated, her mind a tangle of conflicting emotions, but she found herself leaning into the kiss, the tension in her shoulders easing as she let Michael pull her closer. The kiss deepened, Michael’s hands moving to cradle her face, his thumbs tracing soft circles against her cheeks. Wanda closed her eyes, allowing herself to get lost in the sensation—the familiar comfort of touch, the intoxicating blend of warmth and need. For a moment, the world outside faded away, leaving only the quiet intimacy of their shared breath, the rhythmic thud of her heartbeat in her ears.

Lisa looked at me, confused. I don't even know how to explain it to her. What Lisa said is true. A kiss is nothing to us; it's even a casual way to show affection to each other. Some elegant werewolves use it daily, as kissing on the cheek or the lips of a friend of the same sex is normal. But it was my first kiss for me and belonged to the man I love. Every time I mention it, I feel euphoric, I'm not saying I don't like it, but it's just not appropriate at the moment.