Victorious Kissing Novels & Stories

But f-k the man could kiss. She wrapped herself around him, her fingers threading into his hair, and her ankles crossing behind his back. He pushed her up against Vice’s chest and groaned into her mouth. Oh, yes, champagne and honey, she thought wildly, as his hand slid up her thigh and her hands tangled in his hair, pulling it back from his face so that she could kiss him to her satisfaction. When she threw her head back to draw breath, Vice’s lips met hers, and she kissed him, sweeping her tongue against his to taste him. F-k the man tasted divine. Victor kissed his way down her neck to the cleavage bared by her dress.

His jaw creaked as he ground his teeth, the sound audible through the vibrations in the ground. "Victor, wait! You can't fight that!" Elodie screamed. Victor didn't listen. He needed to feel the weight of his resolve. He turned back to her for a split second, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into a hard, desperate collision. He crashed his mouth against hers, a messy, salt-tasting kiss that ignored the vacuum and the monster in the sky. He needed the heat of her skin, the literal 3D pressure of her heart against his ribs one last time.

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?"

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.

“Now continue. But this time I want you to touch each other, do more than kissing.” “My love the kiss is all I can do… I’m only gay for you not him” Victor said. I know am pushing them into a wall but there was no way, they will remain

I felt a hot tear leak out, burning as it slipped down my cheek. Owen nodded slowly. "I understand." He reached out and wiped the tear from my face with his thumb, cradling my jaw in his hand. His eyes shone with tears as he leaned forward and kissed me softly. I closed my eyes and tried to put every detail of it into my memory. The way his lips were soft against mine, the taste of his skin, the warmth of his hand, the smell of his cologne. I mentally cataloged it, trying to secure it in my mind so I would forever remember it.

[Ayu's POV] My head was lowered while walking towards the class. Some people noticed me, not as usual. I thought, is there something wrong with my appearance today? I felt a hand wrapped around my waist, suddenly made me turn to the side and suddenly a man gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Morning, my girlfriend" said the man. I rolled my eyes in embarrassment. I pushed his shoulders, to get away from me. I'm afraid there are teachers who see our romantic scene. If caught, really embarrassing, right?

He slammed his mouth onto hers with a violent, punishing intensity that completely knocked the air from her lungs. It wasn't just a kiss; it was a desperate, feral consumption. Serena gasped into his mouth, and Victor used the opportunity to slide his tongue inside, tasting her deeply, claiming her with a frantic hunger that made her knees instantly buckle. She gripped the fabric of his shirt, her fingers digging into his chest just to stay upright as the sheer force of his passion threatened to pull her under.

CHARLOTTE’S POINT OF VIEW. The kiss is anything but gentle. Instead, it breaks into me, stealing the breath from my lungs until I feel the need to come up for air. Adonis grabs me, hands feeling my body all around until my skin comes alive under his touch. To my surprise, I don’t push him away. I pulled him closer……not because of the cameras, or the people around us……but because I want to kiss him like this. The reality strikes me hot; Adonis tenses under my fingertips when I reach for the back of his neck.

he added, tilting his head to the side a bit as he studied me. “Wrong,” I said. “You made it mine.” He smiled wider. “I like your confidence.” I didn’t wait for him to make the next move. I lunged in attack. He was fast, but I was faster. We collided hard, my shoulder driving into his ribs. He didn’t fall. He stumbled back a few steps and hissed like a feral thing. He moved to strike, but a wall of flame burst between us before he could. Sienna.