Victorious Kisses Novels & Stories

Jade paused thoughtfully, then leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on his lips. He challenged her with a smile. "Is that all?" She responded by deepening the kiss, her lips lingering longer, their connection intensifying. Victor’s tongue slipped gently into her mouth, and she responded, suckling on his lips as their kisses grew more passionate, until they were both breathless. Melted into his arms, Jade whispered softly, "I love you." Victor’s lips curved into a warm smile as he wrapped his arms around her possessively, holding her close.

He gripped my chin pulling me up from the floor "You let go so quickly. I have to reward you" he said "Ah you wanted a kiss." he scoffed "how silly of me to forget but anyway we don't want to leave you with nothing. I’m a gentleman who keeps his word, so here you go" he kissed me on my forehead softly. His lips felt cold, like the kiss of death. I clenched my fists. Sadistic Bastard!!

“You scared me, Kai—taking that hit for me.” Kai’s hand cupped her face, his icy blue eyes blazing, his voice trembling. “I’d take a thousand, Gianna. I can’t lose you.” Her breath hitched, her hands pausing on the bandage, their love a pulse in the quiet. She leaned in, their lips brushing, a tender moment amidst the chaos. “You won’t, Kai. We’re stronger than this.” Their kiss deepened, a desperate anchor, her hands gripping his shirt, their bond a flame that burned through his pain. Gianna’s voice was fierce, soft. “You trusted me in there, Kai. That’s everything.”

“Have your mask, Betty” We wore the vagina masks and walked back to the heart of the square. There were too many people milling around the square. The men among us wore suit, but all the ladies were on tight, short dresses, but every one wore a vagina mask, except one young man who was sitting alone at a secluded corner, drinking vodka, and nodding to the blast of music.

I said angry that he is making it seem irrelevant to talk about her and what I feel. He stood there looking at me for some time then moved closer. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to make seem like I don't want to hear you out. And she is not my lover, you are." He gave me a kiss on the lips and I immediately pushed him away. I knew that with him kissing me I would melt in his arms and not tell him my thoughts.

I state in a grieve voice, because if this keeps up George will get rid of us all one by one. He nods while gazing into my eyes and then leans down to kiss me. With our lips just a fraction of an inch apart, I feel the tension between us building. Until he breaks the moment by kissing me deeply. At first, it is slow and sweet, but in the end, he goes in for the kill and takes my breath away.

It was anger and grief and the kind of heat that only grows in ruins. For a heartbeat, maybe two, he kissed me back. Then I gasped, shoving him away as my hand smacked across his chest. “What the hell was that?” I hissed, eyes wide in horror. “You kissed me! You damn pervert!” His brows raised, breath steady. “You kissed me first.” “You’re lying.” “No,” he said evenly. “You’re drunk, and angry, and so far buried in your own pain you can’t even see when you’re the one lighting matches.”

No chemical suppressants masking my sweet vanilla and rain. Right there on national television, in front of sixty million live viewers and every league official standing on the carpet, Dominic claimed me publicly, rubbing his jaw against my throat to cover me in his mark. “Mine,” Dominic growled softly against my skin, his voice thick with raw emotion as he kissed my collarbone again. “My husband. My champion.” “Yours,” I whispered, tears blurring my vision as I pulled his mouth up to mine. *** His lips slammed against mine in a deep, desperate kiss that tasted of salt, ice, and pure victory.

"I wouldn't call that help. I would call that pure, unfiltered Marcus." "Which is exactly what we need," Mia laughed. Vincent leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, deep, devastatingly tender kiss that made the rest of the world vanish entirely. It wasn't a kiss born of desperation or survival, like the ones they had shared during their frantic flights across London; it was a kiss of absolute certainty, of victory, and of a future that stretched out endlessly before them. When he finally pulled back, resting his forehead gently against hers, Vincent let out a long, contented breath.

I caressed his cheeks before replying. "You don't have to look for me. You don't have to even know I'm there. I will...I will just be there. I will be there when it rains, when it snows or when its blowing wind like now. I will be there in every step Heathens takes, cheering for them through the crowd of millions. I will shine through the many lightsticks flashing together. I will be in your music and in your hearts. I promise." Victor didn't waste a second to pull my to him, locking our lips together in a passionate kiss. The kiss was full of hunger and pain, need and depression, because both of us knew what was coming.