Victorious Kisses Novels & Stories

Reid beside him, smile gone, replaced by something darker, hungrier. She lifted her chin. “Maybe I’ve been waiting for you to stop.” Victor moved like he’d been given permission. His mouth crashed onto hers—possessive, claiming, tasting of beer and smoke and want. One hand cupped the back of her neck; the other slid under the hem of her sundress, callused fingers finding bare thigh, then higher. She gasped into his kiss when he discovered she was soaked—no panties, just slick heat waiting.

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.

I felt like I had caught him, he must have slacked in his cooked stories. "You said you want to take it back without shedding blood. That's why we are using the Kiss Of Vengeance. Alpha Jake has kissed your hand four times already, we need six more to go." He still found a way out and I felt marveled. He was good at this. "Kiss Of Vengeance?" I asked as that was the part that marveled me the most in his new development. "I see that you do not believe me and I'm sure that your memory will still come back. Until then, I'll let you do whatever you want." He stood up from the bed, walking out but he couldn't stop turning back to look at me.

For heavier items she couldn't carry, she hurled them onto the floor, smashing them while continuing her tirade. I waited until she shattered an imported piece of dishware. Then, calmly, I walked into the kitchen and picked up a knife. She froze, her bravado faltering as she stammered, "Ivy, you lunatic! What… What are you doing?" I smiled at her and said in a low and steady voice, "You've already accused me of killing Chester. So, tell me, what do you think I'm about to do now?" With the knife in one hand, I raised the other and slapped her across the face—twice. The sound was sharp and satisfying, quite a release for my pent-up anger.

I continued, locking eyes with Viktor. “Try me, Viktor. Fucking try me.” Viktor just stood there, his cold gray eyes studying me, calculating. And then, he gave a slow nod, like I’d just passed some unspoken test. “The Revenant has risen,” he said, his voice flat, almost impressed. “Damn right I have,” I muttered under my breath. And this time I wasn’t here to haunt anyone. I was here to fucking burn the world down.

I closed my eyes and did my best to relax, but knowing he was going to do wonderful things to me made it hard not to squirm with anticipation. He kissed one inner thigh, and then the other. His cheeks were smooth and I knew he must have shaved just for dinner. Something about the idea of him shaving just for me felt special. His lips kissed the V at the top of my legs and I jerked at the surge of pleasure. I was so wound with lust that even the barest breath against my pleasure center would have sent shivers down my spine. A full kiss was like being struck my lightning.

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

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.

He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. He slowly brought his face closer to mine. His eyes are weary and staring at me intently. It was as if I was burned when his thin lips suddenly touched mine. I immediately closed my eyes as I tightened my grip on his black tuxedo. He kissed me hard while also tightening his arm around my waist. "Damn, I am addicted now with you, not only to your kiss but also to your smiles and personality." He whispered and it was also the moment where I got addicted to something that I never thought I would like in my whole life.

“You’ll survive a few hours.” “I know.” I looked up at him. “I still will.” Victor set his cup on the railing without looking away from me. Then he kissed me. It was not a polite goodbye kiss. It was slow and deep, the kind that made my fingers curl in his shirt. He tasted like coffee. His hand tightened at my waist, pulling me in until the light blue dress was pressed between us. I made a small sound against his mouth. He answered it with another kiss, unhurried, like he had nowhere else to be even though I was leaving.