Victorious Kisses Novels & Stories

I kept the rhythm steady and gentle, pulling off whenever his breathing got too sharp so I could kiss his hip, his stomach, the soft skin of his inner thigh. “Si…god…” “You’re doing so well,” I murmured against his skin. “Just feel it. I’ve got you.” I sucked him longer than I needed to, until his thighs were trembling under my hands and the head of his cock was leaking steadily onto my tongue. Only then did I pull off, press one more open-mouthed kiss to the tip, and stand. Victor looked wrecked already…lips parted, eyes dark, chest flushed. I cupped his face and kissed him so he could taste himself on my tongue. He made a small, surprised sound but kissed me back.

I walk toward her and sweep her into my arms, the rapture of my eventual victory making me feel elated. I capture her mouth in a long and passionate kiss, and she responds with equal fervor, her slender fingers cupping the back of my head. I hadn't noticed her arrival, too focused on winning this time. Being defeated five times was devastating, but the eventual victory compensated for the past losses. Her fingers weave through my hair, caressing my skull while gently tugging at my hair. Her hand roam over my chest, exploring, and I yield to her touch. Our kiss soon transforms from a mild greeting and jubilant embrace into a fervent make-out session.

Victor’s voice was calm but commanding, a tone that sent a chill through me. I stepped into the woods, my heart pounding in my chest, nerves tangled with fear and longing. As I approached, I saw Victor’s figure emerge from the shadows. Before I could say a word, he reached out and pulled me into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around me as if he could somehow shield me from everything. Then, without warning, his lips found mine in a kiss...urgent, desperate. “I missed you,” he whispered softly against my lips, voice thick with emotion.

But f-k the man could kiss. She wrapped herself around him, her fingers threading into his hair, and her ankles crossing behind his back. He pushed her up against Vice’s chest and groaned into her mouth. Oh, yes, champagne and honey, she thought wildly, as his hand slid up her thigh and her hands tangled in his hair, pulling it back from his face so that she could kiss him to her satisfaction. When she threw her head back to draw breath, Vice’s lips met hers, and she kissed him, sweeping her tongue against his to taste him. F-k the man tasted divine. Victor kissed his way down her neck to the cleavage bared by her dress.

"I chose you. Both of you. That was always the choice." Dimitri was reloading. Moving toward them to finish what he'd started. Katerina intercepted him. The fight that erupted was the most beautiful and brutal thing Lena had ever witnessed. Teacher and student. Master and weapon. They moved through the cathedral like dancers performing something sacred and violent. "You made me into this," Katerina said between strikes. Her voice was breaking. "You broke me and rebuilt me and told me it was love." Dimitri smiled even as blood ran down his face from a cut Katerina had opened above his eye. "I did give you everything."

I whisper next to his ear. A comforting purr leaves Victor's chest as he pulls me in for a kiss. His lips crash down on my own and I eagerly open my mouth to deepen the kiss. Victor's tongue slides in my mouth and massages my own. His hands wrap around the back of my head and tangle in my hair as he pulls me in even closer. Only when we are both breathless and consumed with lust do we break away from the kiss. Victor leans his forehead against my own and his eyes swirl from blue to silver. "Hello, Jax," I whisper as I giggle at him.

Moments later, he emerged. “Kelvin” Victorie called out to the man. Kelvin? The man whose scent I had followed. The rescuer. The liar. The paparazzo. The way they looked at each other made my stomach twist. There was no caution. No distance. Victoire reached for him without hesitation, her fingers sliding into his jacket as though she had done it a thousand times before. Kelvin pulled her in, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that was slow, and utterly shameless.

The kiss was a silent declaration, a promise of devotion that resonated deep within her. Kayla sighed into the kiss, savoring the way he always made her feel cherished. Victor’s touch was always reverent, his affection a steady flame that warmed her soul. When they parted, she moved toward Elliot, who smirked and tugged her close, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth before stealing a proper one. His kisses were always teasing, playful, leaving her breathless, a whirlwind of sweet, stolen moments.

“A kiss.” I could hear my heart that was thumping so fast. The raise in my body temperature was evident to say my cheeks had turned red, even though I couldn’t see it. “W-what…” I stuttered. “One kiss, one piece of information.” He winked in a flirty way. I pushed him by his chest as he raised his hand to stroke my cheeks. He started to laugh as I shouted “You pervert!” He wouldn’t stop laughing while I threw daggers with my eyes. “Stop playing with me. I’m going to kill you.”

Ivy's heart raced as he leaned in closer, his face inches from hers. Their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss, like a whisper of promise. Victor's lips were warm and inviting, and Ivy felt herself melting into him, her heart soaring with emotion. The kiss deepened, Victor's tongue tracing the outline of her lips, sending sparks of electricity through her body.