Vincent Valentine X Reader Novels & Stories

His phone vibrates and my eyes find their way to the screen. " Brother “ Valentino has a brother?

XXX The Present - Three years later… Anya Santini de Luna POV Locking the door of my bookstore, I walk to the back, where Xander Marc Vincent is napping. I tried to get used to calling him Xander, but I couldn’t, so sometimes I swapped his first and second names. Marc Vincent Xander Vittorio was born on a stormy night. There was a power outage, and the darkness seemed fitting. I crouch next to my sleeping son, and pressing a kiss to his cheek, I whisper, “Time to wake up, sleepyhead.” He stretches as he turns onto his back, and when a smile spreads over his face, my heart clenches.

Valerie had woken up to him at four in the morning to find him perched under her, licking and fingering her to get her ready for his tremendous sex marathon and all she could do was to take what he’s giving her, until it became too much for her to handle. “My girl is a squirter.” Donovan grinned at her, before claiming her mouth before she could say anything. Valerie groaned in pain when she felt him bite her lips, to taste her blood. A bizarre action of his that she didn't find alluring, is he a vampire? Couldn’t he keep his cruel nature away from her at least? What’s so sexy about tasting her blood when they are intimate? The young lady had no idea but feasted on the sheets when he felt hi

Val quickly unbuttoned his pants, pulling down the zipper and then his underwear slightly, allowing his already hard cock to spring free. "Spit." He commanded as he held out his hand in front of my mouth. I did as I was asked and spit on his hand. "More." He demanded, so I spat one more on his hand. He then rubbed my saliva all over his cock, taking his time to cover every inch of the skin as he strokes himself. I bit my lip as I watch him touch himself, already anticipating it to be inside of me. Valentino then places both his hands on either side of my head before leaning down to take my lips in his.

Scarlet red shaded her cheeks as the man pulled away. Emma blinked hesitantly and swallowed, her features tensed as she felt the strong taste of alcohol in her mouth. "She knows who she belongs to," Kevin retorted looking at her moist lips and right into those deep hazel eyes that were avoiding looking at him again. Jimin saw what he was doing and smiled. Possessive freak! “Well, of course," Jimin chuckled as he looked at Kevin from head to toe. The man in front of him was incredibly intimidating, Jimin wouldn't deny.

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

RUBBY'S POV For a moment, all that existed was him, his touch made me feel like I was something precious. After what felt like an eternity, we finally pulled apart both of us breathless. Alex licked his lips as though the remnant of my lips was still there. I rested my forehead against him, with my eyes still closed. "Happy birthday," he murmured. I smiled and rested my fingers lightly against his chest. Maybe I wasn't ready to say yes to being his Valentine, but I also knew I wasn't ready to let him go either.

My eyes trail up to its owner, and my breath catches. “What are you doing?” My voice is raspy, barely more than a whisper, but it’s enough to break the heavy silence. He doesn’t flinch, his expression calm and maddeningly unreadable. “Trying to feed you,” Valentine says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He shifts closer, lowering his arm. “Drink.” The scent of his blood fills the air, intoxicating and irresistible...like cinnamon. I feel my hunger clawing at me, demanding I obey, but I push myself away, pressing my back against the headboard.

Right now, all I want is for that hunger to be removed. “That’s what I thought,” he said and captured my lips in a possessive kiss. I took his hands and guided them from my inner thighs to my lady core, willing him to play me like a guitar. “Valerie”, he breathed harshly and rested his forehead on mine. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked, not knowing what the problem was.

“Xavi… Xavier… oh God— I was right there, trembling on the edge, thighs shaking around his wrist. “Not yet, Velvet. he rasped, pulling his fingers out completely just as I was about to shatter. A desperate whine escaped me. “Please… He smirked, that cold, dangerous smile that made my stomach flip. “I want you dripping and begging when I finally take you. Not yet, my innocent little Velvet.” His mouth replaced his hand, kissing and licking a path up my inner thighs again, so close to my aching center that I could feel his hot breath. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my soaked lace panties and slowly dragged them down my legs, eyes locked on mine the entire time. I was completely bare