Amor Erotico Novels & Stories

“Of course, you will. By the way, Eriana had already discussed the plan here in Las Casas. Maybe, it’s time to reflect and to move on here in Las Casas de Amore.” “You’re right, Atalia. Las Casas de Amore is a beautiful paradise for us. We’re lucky to be part of it because not all women like us can visit the paradise.” Atalia nodded. “Well, I could already see the sign board of Las Casas de Amore. It’s only 20 kms away.” “Take care, Tiffie.” Atalia blew her a flying kiss before she hung up. ---~~~---

Why is he damn acting like a pervert when she was being serious? "Just answer my question and stop provoking me," "No, I didn't of course," he replied still with a smirk on his lips. She made a sigh of relief. At least this idiot didn't spill anyone's blood. "Butt..." He threw her to the bed, then lied on her. "What the hell are you doing?" "You are so sexy right now, too sexy. How could you seduce me using my own shirt and how can your hair be so wet and hot?" Her eyes widened in his comment.

I ask, my voice breathy with awakening lust. “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to convince Merry to do the sofa thing? I’ve barely been able to think of anything else since she said we could do it. I’ve gotta get you in the mood, Caramelo.” “Mmmmm. You don’t ever have to do much to get me in the mood, Tesoro. Eres tan jodidamente sexy, solo tengo que mirarte y estoy listo. (You're so fucking sexy, I just have to look at you and I'm ready.)”

My fingers twist in his hair like lifelines as I rock against his mouth, desperate for that shattering release. “Please, Alessandro, ” I sob, voice wrecked and hoarse. “Please, I. . .” He groans again in answer, the deep vibration sending sparks ricocheting through my clit. His tongue flicks faster, harder, lashing me into oblivion. “I’m. . .I’m gonna cum. . .” I gasp, that knot deep in my belly tightening into something unbearable, molten and wild. And then. . . He stops.

He is your priority, your passion and your everything. This is the kind of love that every girl or woman wants. That deep and selfless love. Be it a working woman or your normal day girl--at some point in your life, you do dream of that selfless love. And my dream came to life in form of Akshay. Our relationship started with abhor and it turned to amour. My Akshay- My Amour. {}

His hand slipped between them, fingers teasing, stroking, making her hips roll up to meet him. They were lost in it. Completely. The world outside the room didn’t exist. No footsteps. No car doors. No voices. Jace kissed down her chest, mouth hot against her skin, tongue flicking over one nipple before moving lower. Amara’s head fell back, fingers tight in his hair, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. “Jace—” she started, half-laughing, half-moan. He looked up, grinning wickedly. “Quiet, baby. Or I’ll make you scream.”

His fingers and lips caress me as I pull him closer and deepen the kiss. “God, you’re so beautiful, my Amor,” he said softly into my ear. His hands moved slowly, exploring my body, as if trying to memorize every contour. I felt my heart flutter with each touch, my skin aching for more. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment of pure bliss.

Amelia’s hands returned the favor, mapping him, holding him, tugging, teasing, a perfect, chaotic symphony of desire and devotion. Hours seemed to stretch, time dissolving as they rode the waves of passion together. Each climax was a testament, each shiver a confession, each lingering kiss a promise. They fell into each other again and again, exploring, surrendering, giving and taking in equal measure. Julian introduced little touches, brushes, caresses that heightened the erotic tension—soft bites, whispered commands, fingers tracing lines of fire along her spine. Amelia responded with instinctive hunger, pressing into him, guiding him, savoring every sensation, every gasp, every shudder.

“I love touching you… so much…” Damiano blinked his eyes back open, and his nostrils flared as he rested his forehead against Thea’s. He put his hands on the wall over her head and pushed his knee between her legs. “Amore mio…” he murmured, his gaze moving over her face as sexual heat leaped between them. “Yeah…”

Cora breathed out gritting her teeth angrily. ' I'll kill you Montenero' Cora swore "Not at all, I thought of a better condition" "Which is?" "Think of me" "I would ne…" "Think of me, like am in your bedroom with you" Evans interuptted 'fool, how did he know I'm in my bedroom' "Imagine I Walk up to you slowly, running my fingers from your leg down to your spine, then we engage in a slow and passionate kiss, after that I'll move my hands slowly under your blouse and pinch your taut nipples that already damn hard"