Amor En Italiano Novels & Stories

Then Hugging Me And I Hugged Her Back Inhaling Her Floraly Sweet Smell And I Realized I'm Home And She's My Home. " Mi Piace La Sensazione Ottengo Quando Vedo Il Tuo Sorriso E Ti Amo Più" I Said In Italian. Kissing The Top Of Her Head. "I Didn't Understand What You Said Even After My Mum Is Italian But I Get The Last Three Words Love You More And Did I Ever Tell You That Your Italian Accent And When You Speak Italian It's Really Sexy" She Said Looking Up In My Eye's. "Well Now I Know Mio Amore" I Said And Chuckled While She Laid Her Head On My Chest.

His eyes burned into me, “…exquisite.” “Thanks,” I said flatly. His brow arched. “Exquisite? And I get a monotone thanks?” “I’m fine. Let’s go. Wouldn’t want to keep your girlfriend waiting.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. Fuck. Stupid, Elise. I wanted to bury myself for that slip up but I kept a cool face. Amusement flickered across his face. “Girlfriend?” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t play dumb. I know enough Italian to catch ti amo.”

“I understand, but I would miss you, Frankie. I rubbed my feet against him playfully. — I would miss you too, but you know why I can't stay. He hurt me many times. — What's a little love without heartache? — he said with a sad smile. —The Italians have an expression, ' l'amore non è bello se non è litigarello. ' It means a little fight every now and then makes a good relationship. May you emerge stronger for it. — Fights? — I snort. — He locked me in a dungeon, left me on a yacht in the middle of a hurricane and banished me to live under guard where I was kidnapped.

I closed my eyes and screamed his name for the whole of Manhattan to hear. I climaxed again and soon felt his semen flooding inside of me. His contents filled me up with warmth. He took his lips off of my neck, I could now feel his cum dripping out of me slowly. He touched my cheek as I reopened my eyes, he smiled slightly as he touched my lips with his thumb. “Ti amo, Cuore mio (I love you, my heart)!” He whispered, pecking my forehead lovingly. I smiled with contentment, up at him. “I love you too, Tesoro mio (My treasure).” I mustered as much Italian as I could, making him smile brightly at me.

) The bartender looked at him confusingly like he had gone mad but he didn't have any other option but to reply him besides he didn't ask him anything question of which he couldn't answer so he answered him. "Amore? L’amore è un sentimento molto semplice ma allo stesso tempo bellissimo. Se desideri la presenza di una persona intorno a te, i tuoi occhi hanno bisogno di vederla, le tue braccia vogliono abbracciarla e custodirla per l'eternità, vuoi che sia sempre con te e non puoi vederla ferita, il suo dolore colpisce anche te significa che li ami." the bartender told him with a mischievous glint in his eyes and Nicholas could see it clearly.

He groans loudly and releases in my hand as I feel his hot breath on my neck. "Ti amo," I say as he catches his breath. "Ti amo," he repeats. Translations: Sto bene- I'm fine Ti amo- I love you

Author Pov “Sinister why didn’t you tell me you’re this much sick?” Valerie said touching his burning forehead. She sighed heavily watching his tired eyes with dark circles under them. “Sto bene amore. Non è poi così grave” (- I am fine love. It’s not that much serious.) He mumbled in his usual thick Italian accent making her sigh once again.

Katie had made the right choice when she decided to head south on the interstate. An exit sign loomed ahead. “Amor,” she read aloud. “Is that the city we’re going to?” The boy nodded. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t call it a city. It’s pretty small.” “What does the name mean?” she asked, craning to see her first glimpse of the town as they traveled along the offramp. He made a left onto a small road lined with adobe-style homes. “Love.” * * * * *

He said, then continue eating. I looked up at him frowning. “WHY? What does it matter where I sit?” He looked up from his food, narrowing his eyes at me. “Do you know how many enemies I have, Amore? I will not let any harm come to those that I lo…” He stopped… cleared his throat and continued. “Care deeply about.” “You care deeply for me?” I smiled teasingly at him. “Y… yes.” “Is that so… and what does the word ‘deeply’ mean?” I tilted my head. “I just want to clarify before I get the wrong idea.”

“Ti amo.” “Ti amo più di quanto respiri, più di quanto vivo. Sei il mio tutto, amore mio.” “Your Italian is perfect,” she teased with a sweet smile, savoring every word. “Telling me you love me more than your life is very convincing, Don Lucchese.” Vittoria stepped back slowly, still smiling, and walked toward the closet, her body wrapped only in the towel. Vincenzo watched her for a moment, his gaze following every line of her, before he followed without hesitation, as if he simply couldn’t stay away from her for long.