Amantes De Una Noche Novels & Stories

His fingers are long and smooth perfectly interlacing mine. I sigh breathlessly, the heat coming off him the feel of his body in contact with mine is just maddening, intense, disorienting. “What do you want from me” It is a breathless whisper, he remains silent breathing softly. I feel his hot breath on my face. “Mi Angelo” he mumbles, the roughness in his voice making the hair on my arms stand “You have no idea how badly I want to taste you again” “Leo” I breathe quietly

Written by: Jesudamilola Abiola✍️ Genre: Erotic, trilling romance and suspense 👙Katrina POV👙💋 “What? 250 days? 12 hours per day? Do you want to kill me? Do you want me to live my whole day having sex? When will I have a time of my own??” I flared He smirked “Why would I kill you? Well, if you don’t want it like that, reduce the amount and I’ll reduce the days;” he said

"Lilliana is taking of Miles, Liam and Lucas are handling both Jayden and Amaya with Jana. So I'm pretty much free, Chloe " "Good!. So what romantic story are you going to tell me?". A smile curved on my lips as she said that, what could be more romantic than Liam and I love story? I smiled speaking up. "Once Upon A One Nightstand ... ". . . . . . THE END💞💞 . Love you all💞💞 Brought to you all by Authoress Kamara. Kisses💋💋. Muah💋💋.

she said continuously without a breath. I successfully opened my door and closed it immediately. I slumped on the floor, the feel of my condo unit makes me always feel safe. "Who is that man, Calliana?! When I asked him where were you, he told me your safe and I shouldn't worry. And then I asked his name and girl, did you just have a one night stand with the most sought bachelor of 21st century?" she squealed. "Women will crawl and kneel for a one night stand with a Zeigler! A Zeigler, Calliana!"

She called out his name, taking steps towards him. "Don't come near me!" She did as if she didn't hear him. She didn't stop until she was half an inch away from him. "You don't want to get married, right? So let's go with this plan." "What's going to happen to us after that?" She smiled, "We can continue our Secret dating affairs. No one has to know about it." "Were we ever dating?" "We fucked and we both enjoyed it." "It was a one-time thing, Alicia. Why don't you get it?"

what does he think, that if he introduces himself, they can go and get married and live happily ever after? "don't do this, okay? we are adults, and we slept together. it was a one night stand, and it was a mistake. let's just forget about it, can't we?" Elsa said. there was no expression on the man's face. she couldn't figure out what he was thinking. "this just doesn't make sense!" she thought.

He was a jerk, selfish, and yet, irresistibly a part of me. How did I let this happen? At first, it was supposed to be just one night. A damn night. Nothing more. I went into his arms seeking comfort, trying to escape the pain caused by Collin’s betrayal. But somehow, everything turned into this—a tangle of complicated emotions, a confusion of desires and resentments. Now, I was trapped, connected to him in a way I could never undo.

and she leaves. After Maria leaves Jackson hit him on his elbow and said " you're are f**king horny in the morning. " For this Aman glanced at him and said" I am a man bro. I have needs too. You know Even though I am not a playboy and have my desire under control. But you know I only f**k them who permit me no matter what Otherwise I leave them I never had any relationship because of mates' problems you know. Anyway, I and Maria are just friendssss.... with benefits you know."

He was asleep. ​Amara lay there, staring at the broad expanse of his back, processing the bewildering reprieve. The fear had not vanished, but it had shifted. He hadn't demanded his due; he had granted her grace. A cold, absolute control had been demonstrated, but also a moment of unexpected, baffling restraint. The immediate terror of consummation was gone, replaced by the profound, confusing reality of sharing a bed with the most dangerous man she had ever known. She realized that even in this controlled, dark world, Emiliano Valenti was still capable of producing the utterly unpredictable. Exhaustion finally claimed her, and Amara drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep, the unexpected prese

The kind of man you read about but never meet. Except I had. Last night. Oh God. My pulse thundered in my ears. What had I done? I tried to think past the blur, past the heat and the music and the taste of champagne. I remembered my friend tugging at my wrist, telling me to loosen up, to live a little. Just one night, Daphne, she’d said. One night to forget about everything. And now here I was, in a stranger’s bed, except he wasn’t just any stranger.