Kiss Vinnie Vincent Novels & Stories

He reached up, his large, warm hand clamping securely over mine, wrapping his fingers around the hand I had placed on his face. "I won't leave you, Lisa," he murmured, his voice dropping into a deep, absolute vow that sent a shiver straight down my spine. "Never." Then, he leaned forward. His lips met mine in a slow, incredibly deep kiss. My second hand flew up from the water, wrapping tightly around the back of his neck, pulling him down into the tub with me. Vincent groaned into my mouth, his grip tightening on my jaw as the kiss escalated from a gentle reassurance into a possessive, consuming fire.

Then his hand moved gently to the side of my face and paused. That pause mattered. It reminded me that nothing about this relationship would ever again be taken from me without my consent. I closed the distance myself. Our lips met softly. There was no desperation in the kiss. No attempt to reclaim six lost years. No hunger to erase the past. It was simply a beginning. A quiet acknowledgment that we were choosing each other again. When we separated, Adrian rested his forehead against mine. His eyes remained closed for a moment. Then he smiled. "What?" I whispered.

"Not Lena's. Not the board's. Not the press's. Mine." Vincent's hands gripped my ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he thrust up powerfully to meet my movements. "Only yours," he growled, the words rough and raw. He sat up in one fluid motion, capturing my mouth in a deep, messy kiss that stole my breath. One hand slipped between our bodies, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing tight, perfect circles that had me seeing stars. "Vincent—" I gasped against his lips. "Let go," he commanded softly. "Let me feel you come undone."

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

"I'm still not sure I want to kiss you because this whole thing seems like a set up. You have probably been waiting for the moment when they would ask you to kiss me. I'm certain it's preplanned with them." "Ma'am, actors kiss all the time. There would be no sentiments attached. All you have to do is shut your eyes, tilt your head to a comfortable side, part your lips and brush your lips against his. " The photographer painted a vivid picture, obviously upset by the attitude I displayed. Felix looked at me for my consent. I reminded myself that all the kisses I ever gave to Clyde were fake and I reminded myself why I accepted to marry Felix. I then pulled close to Felix and did as the photog

Then he looked away. “Not bad, for a fresh face,” someone said next to me. I turned and saw a vampire with slick hair and a smug smile. “You don’t look like the others. What’s your name?” I stayed calm. “Medor Thornwell,” I said in the fake accent I’d practiced. “And you?” “Marcus Voss,” he replied. “Third son of the Voss line. Never heard of your family.” “You wouldn’t have,” I said with a shrug. “We keep to ourselves. Quiet part of the west.”

CHAPTER 30: The Snake Inside Vincenzo’s Pov I just stood there after the kiss. It was so stupid. I kissed her in that dark hallway. I shouldn't have done that. I'm the Don, i don’t just kiss people whenever I feel like it. I’m the boss of everything but she was right there, and she looked so mad at me for showing her off at the party. I liked that she was mad. She didn’t look scared at all. She just looked angry. I pulled away and left fast before I did anything else totally dumb.

Gabrielle could not escape the man's hold. He not only had his hand behind her neck, but he embraced her tight with his other arm. His lips crashed into hers and while in front of her colleagues, two board members, and the president of the BNC Media, Kyle kissed her without misgiving. She could feel his tongue asking for admittance, and at the simple taste of his flavor, Gabrielle gave in, parting her mouth. They kissed for not just one, but in three full seconds!

He looked surprised but he just winked. "First time, seeing me like this? Well, I'm surprised too, it's my first time kissing a girl," he said which surprised me more, it didn't feel like it was his first time, he just kissed me like a pro. "And in public? Bro, at least take her home, have some respect, and hey girl can you..." "Sabrina?" "Nate?" "You know each other?" the guy I just kissed ask and knowing they knew each other, I tried to remember if I've seen this man and I was shocked to remembered him, he was the guy who's with Nate back in the old days and I cursed at myself.

His chest tightened, his breath caught, and for a heartbeat the world fell away. He didn’t hesitate. His hands cupped Davina’s face, trembling with reverence, and he pulled her close. Their lips met in a kiss that was not just passion, but a vow sealed in fire and forgiveness. It was raw, consuming, tender, and fierce all at once — a kiss that spoke of battles fought, scars carried, and love reborn. It was twelve years of longing, of battles fought, of wounds healed. The hall erupted in applause, but Damon heard nothing. All he felt was Davina — her tears mingling with his, her smile breaking against his lips, her heart beating in rhythm with his own.