Kiss The Villian Novels & Stories

Vincenzo smirked. It was obvious that one kiss wasn't enough. He leaned forward and grabbed Wade by the collar, smashing his lips against his, devouring his mouth and tongue hungrily. A moan slipped free from Wade's lips. "Fuck you," Wade moaned. "Fuck you back," Vincenzo flipped Wade and pushed him onto the table. "Wait..." Before Wade could protest, lips and sharp teeth found their way to his skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure up his spine. He ran his fingers through Vincenzo's silky strands as Vincenzo kissed his neck all the way to his throat.

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m yours,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her again. The kiss deepened, growing more passionate and consuming with every second. Scarlett’s hands slid down, finding the towel tied around my waist, loosening it effortlessly. I let it fall away, my focus entirely on her as my fingers moved to the straps of her lingerie.

He wrapped his hand around her throat and pulled her closer to him, until she was smashed against him, leaving no distance between them. Killian tilted his head to kiss her better and bite her trembling lips brutally. Amara hissed in pain when he sank his teeth into her soft flesh. He wasn't kissing her, he was punishing her for angering him. She hits his chest so that he leaves her but he holds her hands in a tight grip from his other free hand and seized all her moments. He forced her to open her lips and trusted his tongue inside her mouth. He let his tongue explore her mouth, tasting every corner of her sweetness. His kiss was forceful, brutal and agonizing. She hissed and cried out in p

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

But I don’t want tender so I made it rough. The kiss deepened, a primal energy surged between us, igniting a sinister desire that I couldn't ignore. I felt his lips move hungrily against mine, his touch setting my skin ablaze with a fiery passion. Suddenly, Killian pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto mine with a fierce intensity. With a low, guttural growl, he whispered, "Mate," sending a shiver down my spine.

I clasped my hands together in desperation. "Kiss me then. Show them that you can't do without me. A wedding? You want to get married to my cousin? Just like your late sister, Well... all that is ruined at the moment because this scene of you harassing me is displayed as a mute video on a projector in the living room where the party is going on. You were easy to trick" He murmured as I continued to grind against him with my mouth licking his neck. "Whatever. Just spread me on the floor and take me however you want" I begged.

His thumbs slid upward, dragging slowly over the fabric of my shirt, grazing the sensitive undersides of my breasts. I gasped quietly. My chest hitched. He lowered his head. His rough stubble scratched my cheek. His hot breath washed over my ear. "Break every piece of glass in this house," Killian whispered. His voice was a dark, rough rasp that vibrated against my skin. "Tear my room apart. Fight me. Scream at me. I love the fire in your eyes, Doll." He pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the side of my neck. He sucked gently on the skin, a claiming, intense touch that made my legs feel weak.

Vivienne praised softly before leaning in. Her tongue made first contact, licking a long, slow stripe from Kiara’s entrance up to her swollen clit. Kiara cried out, her back arching sharply. Vivienne’s mouth was skilled and hungry. She licked and sucked with expert precision, alternating between broad, flat strokes of her tongue and gentle suction on the throbbing clit. She plunged her tongue deep inside Kiara’s hole, tasting the mixture of Kiara’s juices and the faint traces of Callum’s pre-cum, then returned to flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves with rapid movements.

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous of a man who has to lock his wife up to keep her from running? I don’t need a key to make you stay by my side, Sienna. I only need this." Without warning, Killian leaned down and smothered her lips in a rough, demanding kiss. This wasn't a gentle kiss of affection. This was a kiss of anger, passion, and claim. Sienna tried to fight, her hands pounding against his shoulders, but he only tightened his embrace.

The heat of his touch burned through the silk of her slip, the restraint of the last weeks crumbling in a rush of desperation. As their lips met, the kiss was fierce and all-consuming. Chloe's mouth parted, inviting Valerius in, and he accepted without hesitation. Their tongues tangled in a dance that was both tender and voracious, each movement a testament to the longing they had harbored. The taste of him, a heady mix of dark wine and something uniquely Valerian, sent a rush of heat through her veins. She moaned softly into his mouth, her hands clutching at his shoulders, as if afraid he might disappear.