Victorious Kissing Novels & Stories

She continued laughing as he placed tickling kisses on her neck, his arms wrapped firmly around her stomach as her legs dangled in the air. With one swift move, he turned her around, and she quickly wrapped her legs around his waist to steady herself. She placed kisses all over his face, starting at his forehead, then moving to his cheeks, nose, and finally, his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. She moved her lips against his, nipping and exploring, her teeth lightly grazing his skin, searching for the perfect spot to bite. Her nibbles were playful yet assertive, each one eliciting a soft growl from Victor, who seemed more aroused with every touch.

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.

In the way people no longer pretended they weren’t watching. Victor had kissed her, and not in a way meant to suggest tenderness. It had been a claim, exact and final. A reminder delivered with precision, timed not to wound her, but to wound everyone else. His mouth had been hard, his hand a heavy weight at the nape of her neck, forcing the world to witness his possession. And she had let him.

I leaned in. When Victor kissed me, it wasn’t a negotiation. It was a hostile takeover. His mouth was hard, demanding, tasting of vintage Port and a suffocating arrogance. He didn't ask for permission; he claimed it. A wave of revulsion curdled in my stomach, a physical urge to gag that I had to swallow back down until it burned. I forced myself to respond. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, playing the part of the doctor who had finally realized she couldn't outrun the inevitable. He groaned into my mouth, his hands sliding down to the small of my back, crushing the silk of my dress against the rigid lines of his suit. It was a performance. I was poisoning myself just to

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.

I absolutely, unapologetically melted. My hands curled into his shirt, his hands pulled me close, and somewhere in the suite, I swear I heard Mr. Yellow gag dramatically behind a pillow. But neither of us cared. Because this kiss wasn’t just romance. It was a claim. A promise. A sizzling, toe-curling royal seal of vengeance, power, and love. And when we finally pulled apart, slightly breathless, I whispered— “Well… that was better than decapitation.” Edric smirked.

“It’s my pennis. Obviously. It’s hard because I’ve been kissing you like a man starving, and my body is reacting exactly the way it’s supposed to when the woman I want is making those soft little sounds against my mouth and pressing her body against me.” My entire face went scarlet. “I didn’t ask for details!” “You asked,” he pointed out, still a little breathless, “and I gave you an honest answer.” “Okay. Okay.” I held up both hands, mortified. “That’s—that’s enough kissing for today.” Victor’s brows lifted, a smile curving his lips. “You started it.” “I did not start—” “You were crying,” he said mildly, stepping half a pace closer, “and the next thing I knew, you kissed me. I kissed you ba

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.

We went up to our room and got into the shower after undressing. "I.missed.you.so.much" she said, kissing a part of my body between each word. We were looking into each other's eyes as we showered. I knew right now that I would do anything to fight for her. We helped each other get dry and when we got into the bedroom, she pulled me to the bed and pushed me on it so I landed on my back. I tried to stop her but, she took off her towel and got on top.

Her voice cracked a little at the end. “That’s not what happened,” I said. She looked up at me. “What?” I swallowed hard. “I kissed you.” Charlotte blinked. “You what?” “I kissed you,” I repeated. “Not the other way around.” Silence filled the patio. Charlotte stared at me like her brain was trying to process something impossible. “But… the video…” she said slowly. “The video only shows the kiss,” I said. “It doesn’t show that I started it.” Her eyes widened. “So… you’re telling me… I didn’t ruin Maya’s relationship?”