Victorious Kissing Novels & Stories

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.

In that quiet room, with the sound of the gala fading into the background, the tension between them snapped like a taut wire. She reached up, grabbing the lapels of his tuxedo, and pulled him down to her. His lips crashed against hers, hard and desperate, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. It wasn’t a soft, tender kiss of love—it was a kiss of possession, of all the anger, frustration, longing, and fear that had built up between them for months. It was a way to claim each other, to say you’re mine even when they were fighting, to hold onto something real in a world that felt chaotic and unsteady. Liam’s arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close, his body pressing against hers.

(TODD’S POV) The world shrank to the softness of her lips. Every worry—Mum’s fury, Leslie’s venom, the wrecked lunch—melted away under the simple, seismic fact that Rory Davis was kissing me back with such intensity. Her hands, which had been clenched in her lap, came up to tentatively grip the fabric of my jacket. It was that small gesture, that proof of her choice, that undid me completely. I gentled the kiss, pulling back just enough to see her face. Her eyes were still closed, her dark lashes fanning against cheeks flushed a deep, beautiful pink. Her lips were parted, glistening in the low light from the court’s lamps. She looked dazed, enchanted.

She wipes the hair from her face looking at him. “What?” she glared. Thomas bend his head and kissed her fully on the mouth claiming her breathe in a kiss that makes her forget about the cold water. The heat was sizzling between them. He holds her tightly against him allowing her to feel the rock-hard erection in his wet pants. “Don’t get caught,” he says harshly kissing her deeply. Her reaction was equally passionate. She can feel her arousal rising matching his fire.

I looked away. He held my chin and forced me to look at him again. I knotted my brows when I faced him. Before I could utter a single word, Rogie brought his lips onto mine and kissed me. My breath hitched and my mind went blank. After a few seconds, Rogie pulled away and smirked at me. "There, you owed me one kiss. If you want to get even, then come with me in private." Then Rogie stood up straight and walked out of the canteen.

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.

“I need you, Victor. I don’t care what they think. I don’t care what anyone says anymore.” Victor didn’t waste any more time with words. He spun her around roughly to face him, his dark eyes burning with an intense, animalistic hunger. He grabbed her jaw, tilting her head back, and kissed her brutally. His tongue dominated her mouth, taking everything she had to give in a fierce, demanding kiss that left her breathless. While still holding her mouth hostage, he hooked his strong arms under her thighs, lifting her off the ground as if she weighed nothing at all. He carried her across the room to the large, unmade bed and threw her down onto the mattress.

"Good, girl." Xavier immediately captures my lips in an explosive kiss, a collision of pent-up emotion and passion. This is not just a kiss; it's a declaration of war against my sanity. His tongue sweeps across my lips with possessive demand, forcing me to open up and accept his complete dominance. I let out a soft moan, my hands weaving into his hair, pulling him closer until no air remains between us. The kiss is hot and wild, tasting like a burning, potent fragrance. Each touch of his lips seems to absorb all the wounds of betrayal I felt, replacing them with electric sparks that burn through my nerves. His steel-hard embrace is the only thing that feels real and dizzying.

Adrian whispered, his voice vibrating against her lips just a second before his mouth closed over hers. The kiss wasn't like the hurried, desperate embraces they had shared during the dark days of the Sterling threat. This kiss was deep, slow, and saturated with a profound, mutual victory. Adrian’s lips were firm, commanding yet unbelievably tender as he tasted her, his tongue tracing the seam of her mouth until she opened for him with a soft moan. He drank her in, his hands moving up to cup her face, his thumbs wiping away the residual tension from her jawline.

At the same time, Damon’s hand presses against my waist, pulling me closer, his breath hot against my skin, his touch sparking where it trails. Victor releases my lips and then spins me in his arms. Damon’s fingers brush my lips, which his brother just claimed. He doesn’t hesitate, crashing his lips onto mine. The kiss is punishing, full of need that has been suppressed for too many years. Our tongues battle and our teeth crash together. Victor stands behind me, pressing his chest to my back, nibbling on the spot where my fading mate mark still resides. Sparks spread over my body, and I fear I will be lost in them both.