Victorious Kisses Novels & Stories

“But Jake isn’t here. And right now… I don’t want safe. I don’t want comfortable. I want you, Victor.” For one long, suspended heartbeat, the world stopped. Then Victor’s hand came up, cupping the back of my neck with firm possession. He pulled me into a kiss that shattered every fantasy I’d ever had about him. It wasn’t gentle or hesitant. It was hungry, dominant, and devastatingly thorough. His mouth claimed mine completely, tongue sliding against mine in a hot, possessive stroke. One big hand fisted in my damp hair, tilting my head exactly how he wanted it. The other gripped my hip through the towel, yanking my body flush against his.

she whispered. But I was looking for him. Victor cut through the crowd like a shark through water. People parted for him instinctively. He reached me in seconds. He didn't care about the sweat or the makeup. He grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me—hard, fierce, and possessive. "You own them," he growled against my lips. "You own the world." I laughed, breathless, the high of the performance crashing into the high of his touch. "Did you feel it?"

she teased with a low and seductive voice as she kicked his ear lobe. "Fuck baby you're making my hard" Victor’s resistance crumbled under her touch. He couldn't take it any longer. He grabbed her by the shoulders and waist pulled her close and kissed her hungrily. His hands moved to every part of her body. He spanked her hard making her gasp in between the kisses. Their lips met in a heated, urgent kiss. Evelyn responded eagerly, her mouth opening under his as their tongues danced together. Her hands roamed over his back, pulling him closer, feeling the intensity of his desire.

“And yet, I still won.” Victor let out a deep chuckle, his face inches from mine. “I should disqualify you for cheating.” “But you won’t,” I murmured, tracing my fingers along his jawline. “No, I won’t,” he admitted, before pressing his lips against mine. The kiss was slow at first, teasing, drawing us in. But as his hands roamed over my waist, pulling me closer, the teasing turned into something deeper. I tangled my fingers in his hair, kissing him with everything I had. We stayed like that for what felt like forever, lost in the heat of each other, until he finally pulled away, slightly breathless.

Victory teased with a twinkle in her eye and an adorable smile on her lips. Arthur gave out a short chuckle, "Well, we have two more dates to go. Let's hope the next one doesn't make you fall asleep." "So..." Arthur's voice trailed as his gaze pointedly fell to her pink, pouty lips. He narrowed the gap between them, his pale blue eyes darkening considerably as he dipped his head, lowering his lips onto hers. Victory's breath hitched as their lips meet and closed her eyes, welcoming the taste of his mouth on hers. He nibbled her bottom lips sensually, requesting for them to part so his tongue can enter. Wanting their bodies to be closer, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, the palm of his

"But I found my life, Victor. I found my home." Victor stopped dancing. Right there, in the center of three hundred people, surrounded by the triumphant music and the blinding, golden light of our reclaimed sanctuary, he lowered his head. He kissed me with a devastating, all-consuming worship. It was a kiss that possessed no fear, no hesitation, and no shadows. It was the absolute, undeniable proof of our victory. I wrapped my arms around his neck, anchoring myself to his solid heat, kissing him back with every ounce of love, defiance, and devotion burning in my chest.

“Do you want it to be?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed me. It wasn’t hungry. It wasn’t desperate. It was deliberate. It said everything he couldn’t say in words. I kissed back slowly, letting the question melt. When we broke apart, neither of us moved. He was the first to speak. “That felt... right.” I nodded. “It did.” He bit his lip. “So?” “So?” I echoed. He leaned back, tucking his head under moonlight. “So... what is this then? Casual, serious, somewhere in between?”

The girl's feelings of fear have been relieved, because of the insistent kiss the man gave her. The girl sighed softly. "Shh ... Ahhh ..." The sound of the girl's sigh, already made the man's junior standing behind his trousers. The man kissed her lips again, harshly. The man's hand stroked the girl's cheek, slowly. The girl returned the hot kiss from this man, her hands moved around his neck. Passion can take away common sense !! "Shh ... Ahh faster .... Oh faster ..." A sigh escaped the two of them. He pumped his body over the girl's body. The man kissed her lips with great passion, his hand squeezed her breasts, thus making her climax. ~Next Chapter~ _________________ __________________

A slow, beautiful smile spread across her face. “You did it,” she whispered, her voice full of an awe that made my heart swell. “You were a king.” I pulled her to her feet and into my arms, my mouth finding hers in a deep, passionate kiss. It was not a kiss of fear or desperation. It was a kiss of victory. A shared, triumphant moment between a king and his queen who had just won a major battle without shedding a single drop of blood. “No, Angel,” I said against her lips, my voice thick with an emotion so powerful it was almost painful. “We did it.”

I kissed her lightly on her lips and ordered a couple of drinks for us. We flirted with each other all throughout the evening. We both enjoyed sharing some kisses not minding the people watching us. I had to have her tonight or I'll lose my mind. So I decided to bring her to my place. We went to the next building and I had a friend take us to my place with his chopper. All throughout the flight we continued to kiss while I try to remain in control. I could feel myself wanting to taste her. My fangs keep protruding every time my mouth kisses the pulsing veins on her neck. But I stay focused on her enjoying our kisses and panting every time I stop kissing her.