Amor In Spanish 소설 & 이야기

Watermelon… Cucumber… Cantelope… Wet pennies… No, that’s blood! Amory rubs her face into my chest as she lays asleep in my arms, but she’s already begun to bleed. When she inhales deeply and sighs, I kiss her down her neck until she moans. “Mmmm, mi Amor”, (my love) I said in my sleepy state. “No quiero dejarte ir, pero huelo sangre”, (I don’t want to let you go, but I smell blood) I told her, making her jump.

"We might be late for the gathering, we need to get ready." "Si, mi amor. The car is ready. Morgan is in the other room sleeping with a servant. If you want to see him before we go, you can do it now." I frowned at his Spanish response. Mi amor means My love... 'How light are those words for him to use casually?' "No me llames mi amor si amas a alguien más." I replied back to him as my teeth gritted with the meaning of, 'Don't call me my love if you love someone else.'

He planning on paying. I turned around and I let my lips form a smirk. "Nick, mi amor, are you up to something?" I asked. (Mi Amor- My love/ Spanish) "No not at all, why do you say that?" Nick asked quickly making me squint my eyes at him and he changed his facial expression. He was now giving me a cold facial expression which made me smirk and walk away to go see what Noah was up to. I walked around the store until I heard struggling noises in the changing room.

His breath was hot against her ear, and his voice was deep. "We're going to España, amor." [Love]

Brandon said, finally giving her a nickname that only. “What… what did you say? This doesn’t sound like an English word.” “Mon Amour! And yes, this is not an English word but french.” “What does it mean?” Sophia asked, and his heartbeat quickened. Sophia knew her Ex-husband was fluent in french. A part of her already knew that this could be some kind of endearment, but she still wanted to know from his mouth. “My love.”

"Buenos dias mi amor." - "Good morning my love." "Te amo con mi corazón y el alma." - "I love you with my heart and soul." "Te Amo" - "I love you." "Hola Abuelo. Me alegro de que hoy en día y la abuela vino." - "Hi Grandpa. I'm glad you and Grandma came today." "Me alegro de que nos invito, Marra." - "I'm glad you invited us, Marra."

I inquired “ Anyway you choose is fine by me, as long as we’re together” Amour said smiling “ let’s go to Spain then” Aurelio said cheerfully “Then Spain it is, I would love to visit the PortAventura world” Amour said happily “Anyway you want to go my love, all your wishes are granted you don’t have to worry” He said kissing her hand. ************ Aurelio pulled into the driveway, the car's headlights illuminating the darkened house. He and Amour had enjoyed a wonderful evening with friends, but it had gone later than expected. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he smiled at the two small figures asleep in the backseat.

He squeezed the sides of her waist and her heartbeat escalated to a new level as butterflies erupted in her stomach. Although she was the one initiating the kiss but the whole time he was in charge, not that she minded and she found herself getting lost in the kiss. The kiss was demanding but passionate. They pulled away for air, both were breathing hard. He rested his forehead on her, with a faint smile on his lips and the same goes for her too. "My Amore" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "What does that mean?" she asked like a curious kid. "It means "LOVE"" he replied with a smile.

) 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.

I don’t even hear the door open when arms suddenly wrap around my torse. “Are you ok baby?” I hear the sweetest voice say from behind me. I take one of my hands off the wall and sit it on top of her hands that are caressing my torso. “Yes, mi armor. Now that I have you, I will do anything to keep you safe” I told her pulling her around in front of me and lifting her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and I bury my nose in the crook of her neck before whispering, “Siempre mía para amar, siempre mía para apreciar, siempre mía para proteger, mi amor.” (Always mine to love, always mine to cherish, always mine to protect, my love.) I’m not Spanish. Not even close but I love the language.