Vinnie Vincent Kiss Novels & Stories

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.

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.

From lying down, I lifted my head to see him, and I was so shocked when I saw him remove his finger and lick my private part. "Vincent—ah!" I collapsed in the bed as he swallowed the juice I had released. Vincent came over to me, and we stared at each other for a long time. Whose heartbeat was I hearing? "You look stunning tonight, Shianna." His face softened, and he caressed my soft cheek. "But you're so delicate that I wanna..." Vincent lowered his face and kissed me again. As he was doing that, I felt him enter my core. "I-It hurts!" I cried and burst into tears.

God, those eyes, burned straight through me. I didn’t answer with words. Instead, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his softly, like I was dipping my toes into something dangerous and beautiful. That was all the permission he needed. Vincent let out a quiet hum against my lips, his hands slipping to the back of my neck as he pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. His lips moved against mine in slow, deliberate strokes, savoring every second. When his tongue met mine, it wasn’t rushed or messy, it was a slow dance, passionate and full of something that felt almost reverent.

, I silently said. On his master bed, Vincent uses his teeth to take off my panties. The feeling of it rolling off my legs was ecstatic. He raises his head to kiss my lips and behind my ears as well. Rolling his tongue down my neck, with gentle kisses down to my left breast, biting my nipple. I grabbed the sheets, pulling them away from the edges. He twisted and pulled my nipples as if he wanted to rip them apart. Soon, he rolls his tongue down my clit, kissing it before burying his head in it.

I feel his hard cock against my mound and reach down and pull my panties aside for him. “Take that virgin pussy,” I whisper, surprising even myself. But fuck it – I’m wearing heels, his t-shirt and am on my back on a grubby couch in the back of an auto shop, and I’m gonna own it! Vincent’s eyes flare and he grabs me by the chin and practically breaks my jaw with his next kiss. I can feel the grit on his hands against my cheeks and arch against him as he sucks my tongue like he’s trying to devour me.

He is the sole reason for my happiness and my respect today. Suddenly, Mr.Knight's son came to me. "Hi I'm Vincent. Vincent Knight. Nice meeting you. You did the great job!" Vincent smiled at me. I smiled back. "Hi, I'm Dharani. Nice meeting you too Mr .knight" I said to him. "You are beautiful Ms.Dharani and oh, please call me Vincent" he said as he kissed my hand. Idiot! How can he kiss me like that? This creepy guy!! If Akash sees this, what will he think about me?

I suddenly remember the night at the club and only the thought of that makes me moan softly. Fuck!!! “Let me show you how a real man kisses,” Vincenzo growls, reaching for me. My breath catches as he cups the back of my head and slams his mouth down to mine. Vinceno is dominant. Demanding. Possessive. His kiss isn't careful, or teasing…it's claiming. He pushes me back against the wall, pinning me with his body, and I can feel every hard inch of him pressing against mine. I whimper, lips parting wider as his tongue dives into mine, battling mine.

Phoebe would get help and get me out of here. Fuck you brain for this thought. “You’re hesitating. You’re lying. aren’t you?” Nella sneers. “I am not. You’re far away from me and I was waiting for you to come closer. I’ll love to kiss you Nella. If it’s okay with you.” Don’t gag Kayla. Keep it down. She comes closer to me and I hear Phoebe retch. Nella’s eyes turn dark and She’s about to turn towards Phoebe but I kiss her lips.

"Our parents... the school... everyone is going to hate us." ​A faint, dark smirk tugged at the uninjured corner of Vincent’s mouth, a dangerous, beautiful sight in the dim afternoon light. ​"Let them hate us," Vincent rasped, leaning down until his lips were hovering barely an inch from mine, his hot breath brushing against my mouth. "I'll burn the whole world down before I let anyone take you out of my house." ​Before I could reply, his mouth captured mine in a slow, deep, possessive kiss that wiped every lingering thought of Ethan, the school, and the scandal straight out of my head.