Victorious Kisses Novels & Stories

He tilted Milo's chin up and pressed his lips against the younger man's. The kiss was soft at first, tentative and exploratory. Victor's lips were warm and firm, and they moved against Milo's with a slow, careful pressure, like he was learning a new language. Milo let out a soft, breathless sound against Victor's mouth and parted his lips, letting his tongue trace the seam of Victor's lips.

Vance let out a low, dark sound from deep in his chest, a sound of total, unhinged victory. He closed the distance between them, his mouth crashing down on Kaelen’s in a fierce, consuming kiss that possessed every breath left in Kaelen’s lungs. It was raw, unrefined, and frantic, the release of days of built-up violence, corporate war, and mutual obsession finally detonating into the dark quiet of the suite. Kaelen groaned into the kiss, his arms flying up around Vance’s neck, his fingers tangling into Vance’s dark hair. He pulled Vance closer, arching his body flush against the solid wall of Vance’s chest, feeling the terrifying heat vibrating off Vance’s skin.

Victor said, setting Grace down. “It's okay,” Grace replied with a small laugh, her gaze meeting Victor's. As they locked gaze, Victor's lips slowly meet Grace's lips in a passionate kiss. Victor’s arms wrapped Grace's waist tightly, and they became lost in the moment, forgetting they had their children watching. “Eww,” Jack and Jill exclaimed in unison, bringing their parents back to the present. Victor gently pulled away from the kiss, sly grins playing on their lips. They both burst into laughter at the funny expressions on their children’s faces.

The way they kiss is urgent, desperate even. It's as fundamental as the sea moving along the shores of the earth, powerful and primordial. Ariadne breaks the kiss, tilting her head so that they can scent each other. The explosion of mint and vanilla makes Victor high. He can't get close enough to Ariadne. The Omega groans. "F*ck, just touch me, you f*cker." Victor laughs into Ariadne's skin as he kisses her shoulders, her collar, whatever he can get his mouth on.

Woo me with sweet forbidden words not coming to my apartment all drunk "Fine" he agreed and I felt happy because I thought he would leave but the man used that opportunity to ravish my mouth with hot kisses I had never imagined kisses like these, deep, tenderly impatient caresses that seemed to sap me of strength until I closed my eyes responding to him and moved my hand to his head, and gripped his hair. Victor took instant advantage of my weakness, molding me beneath him until not an inch separated us, and my legs were parted by the intrusion of his powerful thigh.

He does. Then: “I don’t loathe you,” Victor murmurs against my mouth in between kisses. “You couldn’t be further from the truth, Jasmine.” My heart glows like a happy little coal in my chest, even as my brain yells about how this is all a trick. Mayday! Mayday! Enemy attack on our defences! “I don’t believe you,” I say, but I lunge up for another kiss. Rougher this time, with our tongues stroking together, my fingers twisting in his hair. Before we part for oxygen, I nip Victor’s lower lip and taste the coppery tang of blood.

And in this moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of love and desire for him. A passionate and fiery kiss was Vincent's only response. His lips met hers with a force that took her breath away. It was a hungry, demanding kiss, filled with a raw, primal energy that sent shivers down her spine. Strong, earnest, almost out of breath, he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fierce urgency.

His scent comforts me completely. Victor turns to face me. His hand cups my cheek gently. I touch his face in return. The stubble feels rough beneath my fingertips. He leans in slowly. His lips brush mine at first. The kiss starts soft and sweet. Then it deepens into something more passionate. The world around us fades away. The controversy becomes nothing more than a distant hum. I melt into him completely. Our love burns like a gentle ember. It glows steady and bright and unbreakable.

She mumbled before walking away. Victor led me to the fitting room. He closed the door and locked it before turning his gaze to the dresses. "Those can wait, I can't." Victor declared before his lips descended on mine. He kissed me softly, savouring my taste. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming and devouring me. I moaned and melted against his hard body. Victor's hands moved all over my body, squeezing my breast and ass. The kiss deepened and intensified, his cock poking my stomach. He picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and carried me to the table at the end of the room.

I screamed at him, beating his chest with my tiny hands. Victor pulled me closer and covered my lips with his, causing me to freeze. His mouth danced around my lips as he dropped light kisses on them. My heartbeat quickens, another emotion replacing the one I had known. His kisses weren’t like Lavelle which had seemed soft. The kind a mother gives to her daughter but Victor’s were laden with needs. “Victor” I groaned as he deepened the kiss. My hands went around his neck to pull him closer ignoring the voices in my head which were telling me what I was about to do was wrong.