Victorious Kisses Novels & Stories

But her body betrayed her again—skin tingling where his breath touched, blood rushing hot and confused. She forced words out, trembling but defiant. “You can threaten me all you want, Dante. But you’ll never break me.” He paused, searching her face with unnerving patience. Then, unexpectedly, his mouth curved into a predator’s smile. “That’s what I like about you.” Before she could move, his hand slid beneath her chin, tilting her face up. His mouth descended, claiming hers in a kiss nothing like the one at dinner. This one was raw, punishing, ruthless. His lips pressed hard, his tongue forcing past her resistance until she gasped. Her fists shoved against his chest, but he was immovable, un

Despite that, it's peaceful, the perfect place to kiss Alec for the first time. "I am so ready to kiss you," he murmurs, reaching up to gently hold either side of my face. His fingertips are cold against my skin, an icy breeze sweeping down the valley, pulling strands of stray hair across my face. Alec brushes them away, leaning down slowly. I close my eyes, bracing myself for his lips to press against mine.

He encircled Vittoria’s waist with unyielding firmness, and in that instant, her body reacted, straining to pull back, to retreat, to escape. But he allowed no such thing. His lips claimed hers with the force of a man who didn’t ask—he took. The gesture was deliberate, calculated, and absolute. There was no tenderness. Only raw control. It was a kiss of dominion, a possession proclaimed before all. For him, the final signature on a foretold victory. For her, the kiss of death—bitter, inevitable—as if, in that moment, everything that was hers had been torn away, never to return.

She shook and said to him, "Yes,I submit." His lips slammed down on hers, it was not a kiss of love, or of remembrance, but a kiss of victory. It was savage and cruel, teeth and taking, a searing of his rage and hunger. She gave him hers back, her mouth open wide, tongue battling his in combat that was truer than any they had fought with swords. He tasted like wine and rage on her lips, and she felt more home than she'd felt in years. He ripped the kiss from her mouth, breathing hard. "Say it again."

He seemed excited by my words, and I felt a surge of confidence. “Yes, my dear beta lord, we're married, and I really want to have our baby.” Victor pulled me closer, his lips crashing against mine in a soft yet consuming kiss. His touch was hungry and sweet, teasing my body and leaving me breathless. The kiss intensified, filled with passion and desire. He groaned and withdrew, trailing kisses down my jawline and neck. Just as our lips were about to meet again, a loud knock at the door broke the spell. Victor groaned in frustration, pulling away from my embrace. “What is it?” he called out, his voice laced with irritation.

“But I swear to you, Olivia, I’ll put an end to this. You deserve peace.” Olivia looked up at him, her heart aching at his words. She cupped his face, her thumb brushing his cheek. “Victor, we’ll face this together.” Her words seemed to ease some of the weight on his shoulders. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both tender and desperate, as if trying to pour all his emotions into that single moment. Their kisses deepen, growing more eager as the world stopped. Victor’s hands roamed her body, his touch giving an unusual warmth. Olivia responded with equal passion; her fears momentarily forgotten in the heat of their intimacy.

I found myself aching to kiss him. Robbie raised the bucket over my head, his strong arms steady as he prepared to pour it. I stepped in close to him, and he let the water fall over us. I stood on tiptoe and found his lips with mine, the water cascading around us. This kiss wasn't the innocent first taste of love between two friends. Robbie didn't freeze this time, no longer a boy unsure of oncoming masculinity. This time, he let the bucket fall, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his lips against mine. His body met mine, his heat seeping through wet clothes and filling me with a fire of want. Our tongues met, the taste of freshwater mixing in with the kiss. It was sweet and clean

Christopher smiled back and took the other guy’s hand before pulling him close and kissing him. On the mouth. “Oh,” I said, drawing to a stop. Oh, no. Christopher Elton was already taken.

I felt a hot tear leak out, burning as it slipped down my cheek. Owen nodded slowly. "I understand." He reached out and wiped the tear from my face with his thumb, cradling my jaw in his hand. His eyes shone with tears as he leaned forward and kissed me softly. I closed my eyes and tried to put every detail of it into my memory. The way his lips were soft against mine, the taste of his skin, the warmth of his hand, the smell of his cologne. I mentally cataloged it, trying to secure it in my mind so I would forever remember it.

Breathing hard, our foreheads pressed together. The letters are still scattered around us. I picked up one, crumpled it in my fist. “Let her try to use them,” I whispered. “Let her try.” Victor kissed me, soft and tenderly. “She won’t win,” he murmured.