Novelas y relatos de Amor En Italiano

he said firmly. “Vero amore,” Amir said to Diego. He had learned Italian a few years back to be able to communicate with his Mafia family. Most importantly, to communicate with Diego in his own language. “Smettila di scherzare,” Diego responded with a soft chuckle. He turned around to walk away, but Amir continued. “Ecco come ho guardato Aminah la prima volta che mi sono innamorato,” Amir added in a tone loud enough for Diego to catch every word.

His tongue tried to invade every inch of her mouth making sure he had this last chance of tasting her completely. After the painful yet blissful minutes of crying, kissing and embracing each other Ace pulled back attaching his forehead against hers. "Ti amo, mio ​​piccolo veleno." He whispered against her lips before finally putting her on her feet and didn't dare to look back at her as he jumped in his car and drove away fearing that his heart might betray him and he would definitely end up taking her back to his house even if she wouldn't want to go. (I love you, my little venom.)

He slowed the kiss and pulled back to look at her in the nightgown. His gaze glittered. "Say I'm your love again." "My love," she said breathlessly. "In Italian," he said, eyes on her seductive lips. Oh, how much he wanted her to give him a blowjob with that mouth. He rarely lets a woman give him a blowjob and wasn't really into it but just staring at Mariana's lips made him think of how it would feel having her suck his dick with that mouth of hers. "Amore mio," She bit her lower lip, her fingers playing with his hair. "I…I love you, Marcello."

He held out his hand to help me out and I pulled him in instead, "That's payback!" He swam over to me, caging me in with his arms, "Kiss me." It wasn't really a demand, he spoke softly. I leaned in and brought my lips to his in a soft yet sensual kiss. "Gattina... remember at the hotel? I spoke to you in Italian... Penso che mi sto innamorando di te. Do you remember?" "Yes?" "It means-" "Gianni!" We both turned as Luca came running over, "Gianni, you're," he paused to frown at us, "Uh, you're needed in the, uh... that room?"

he whispered huskily. "I love you, Dominic." she whispered back. Dominic only held her tighter before replying. "Ti amo."

I'm shaking, and squirting all over. He smirks and kisses my lips passionately. That was outstanding. "Ti amo con tutto il mio cuore." I love you with all my heart. He says, and I smile, impressed. "Hai imparato l'italiano per me?" Have you been learning Italian for me? He looks lost, and I ask him in English. "Yes, because I know it's a language you spoke as a child, and miss speaking it," he says, and I hug him tighter.

He leaned into my ear to say the last part in his low and husky morning voice. A man's morning voice was definitely the sexiest thing I had ever heard and it made my cheeks burn as my heart did a cartwheel. "You also know Italian? " "Yes Bellissima is Italian for beautiful" "Can you teach me please... " "What do you want to know doll? " "Um... Basic greetings" "Okay Morning is buongiorno Sunshine is Luce del sole" "What does my stud muffin mean? " He stayed silent and I looked at his face to see a smirk dancing at his lips

Her voice was sharp, and she clearly didn't appreciate being spoken to like that. Eryx rolled his eyes, his annoyance palpable. He wasn’t in the mood for this argument and certainly didn’t have the energy to entertain her anymore. “And tell me one reason why you want to marry me," he snapped. "There are plenty of men out there who are more handsome than I am. Why me?” Amy didn't hesitate. “Because I love you,” she said, her words quick and direct. Eryx let out a harsh laugh, disbelief dripping from his tone. “Fuck your love,” he scoffed. “If you really loved me, you wouldn’t be out there fucking around.”

“Good morning, amore mio.” “You were the one thing I wasn’t supposed to want.” La Donna Lena.

It sounds sexy, and my cheeks can't refuse to turn red. “I said, I love you, Amore.” “A-Amore?” “Yes. From now on, I will call you “Amore”. Meaning, love, because you are the love of my life.” “I understand what that means, Eli Madrigal. It's just that—” I swallowed, pressing my lips together. “It's just what? Don't you like it? Hmmm… does it sound bad?” “No, Eli. I actually love it. I'm just happy because that's what you thought of calling me. I love you, Eli.”