Vinnie Vincent Kiss Novels & Stories

The way he touched Norio was everything masculine, and made me think of Colt. But that could never happen between us, as there was zero desire from both ends. So when I had to force him off myself, pushing him away and hitting his chest, I was not acting anymore. It was all real. Dean’s kiss was the most disgusting thing I’d ever have to endure. Even the teen boys I had made out with in the past kissed better. The monster! My struggle excited him, and he ended up licking off all the elixir from my lips.

When the soft knock came, Travis opened the door and Vincent stepped inside still in his work shirt, sleeves still rolled, looking like he'd sprinted the few blocks. Wine that Vincent had brought was poured. Small talk only lasted a glass. We didn't need to be best friends and without saying it per se, I sensed Travis agreed our new friend passed the sniff test. I set my glass down and crossed the room. Standing in front of two handsome men sitting on the couch before me, I extended both my hands and each took one and stood to greet me. I kissed Travis first, slow, familiar, a reminder of who I belonged to, then turned and kissed Vincent. Different mouth, different rhythm, same hunger. Travi

He reached up, his large, warm hand clamping securely over mine, wrapping his fingers around the hand I had placed on his face. "I won't leave you, Lisa," he murmured, his voice dropping into a deep, absolute vow that sent a shiver straight down my spine. "Never." Then, he leaned forward. His lips met mine in a slow, incredibly deep kiss. My second hand flew up from the water, wrapping tightly around the back of his neck, pulling him down into the tub with me. Vincent groaned into my mouth, his grip tightening on my jaw as the kiss escalated from a gentle reassurance into a possessive, consuming fire.

👧🧑I love you" 👧🧑Just kiss me please" "Hey do you all wanna know something?" Mig shouted and the ladies screamed, shouting that his voice was heart-melting. "I'm not here for any other lady but Vinnie Winters, she's the love of my life and also the key to my heart... y'all should watch out for this two musicians and modelling couple" He said, placing a kiss on my lips. The screams and camera flash lights that followed was almost deafening. We stopped kissing and smiled at each other.

Dedicated to @yu-tanit. "By the power invested in me," the minister began as he looked at the couple standing before him and all the people whom had come to witness and celebrate this day with them, "I announce you man and wife," he smiled at them, "you may now kiss the bride." Everyone got on their feet to cheer them. "Kiss her, kiss her, kiss her..." everybody cheered bringing Chris back to reality. This was it. He was finished as long as he lived. During the whole wedding, all he did was to zone in and out and most of the time he zoned out.

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

The man lowered his weapon slowly. Not in surrender. In deliberation. "My name is Adrian Volkova," he said. His accent was American. Educated. The accent of someone who'd grown up far from Prague, far from this darkness. "And I'm going to tell you something that's going to change everything." Dominic kept his weapon raised. "I don't care who you are."

Then rested it just under her jaw, fingers curled softly along the side of her neck. The pressure was featherlight. But she didn’t move. His voice was barely audible now. > “But this one? The one who came here anyway? I’d burn every version of me for her.” Ava reached up and caught his wrist—not to stop him. Just to hold it there. No kiss. Not yet. But the heat between them thrummed like a second heartbeat. They stayed like that. One breath. Two. Three. Then Vin’s voice crackled over the comm.

Kai’s jaw tightened, their passionate kiss—Gianna’s fire, their brief surrender—a spark that burned through his focus. Gianna Moretti stood by a window, her black leather jacket unzipped, her emerald eyes sharp as she monitored comms. Her arm graze was a faint ache, her unconfessed secret—Alessio’s order to steal Castellano intel—a weight. Their kiss, Kai’s hands on her, had cracked her walls, but vulnerability scared her, her heart a battlefield. She glanced at Kai, their bond a fire, their trust tested by the burner phone, now a distant shadow.

I just wanted one last taste before this dream ended and reality caught back up with me. For a heartbeat, Dragon’s hands hesitated on my waist—rough mechanics’ fingers trembling against my hips like he’d never touched something he feared breaking. Then the dam cracked. His kiss wasn’t just hunger; it was a confession. *I’m here. I’m real. Don’t run.* But I’d made a career of running.