Amor In Spanish Novels & Stories

I clung onto him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he claimed me, feeling his powerful thrusts. “You drive me crazy, River,” he grunted. His eyes downright wild as he drove his erection into my kitty erratically. I pulled away when I began to feel a pleasure build inside my womb. My heart pounded as we stared into each other’s eyes. “And I hunger for you, mi amor. Te amo.” I said breathlessly in Spanish. (My love, I love you.) I’ve lately been speaking Spanish to Alec, especially when we were together in bed. I kept my promise when I said, “I’ll be talking dirty to you in Spanish…when you're inside me.”

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“Enjoy. Te quiero (love you).” “Te amo también (I love you too).” And we hung up. I actually felt better. It was a nice feeling to have. I began visioning myself and the finished project, the look on his- Ugh!! It’s so difficult to curse him out when he’s actually handsome.

"Well, I'd never get tired of saying it. I love you babe." "I love you too." I stretched over to lock my lips with his and just before our lips could touch, Damon got fussy, breaking our kiss before it could even begin. "He's going to be a real trouble maker, this one." Damien commented with a cute frown, making me laugh. "We better be on the lookout for him." I said in agreement. Intertwining my pink finger with Damien's, I quoted our favorite line; "Nuestro amor es por siempre." (Our love is forever.)

He crouched down beside her as he placed a kiss on her forehead. "Mi amore, don't cry. I love you mi bebe." He cooed to her in Spanish knowing how much she loved being pacified or spoken to in Spanish. She claims it's the most romantic language ever. "I love you Sal." "I love you too baby." He licked lips with her. "When would we pay him a visit?" "Soon?" "The both of us." "Alongside Teq and Amber." She smirked. "They know?" "Yeah, we went drinking."

I stood right on the balcony, and watched him leave, it was painful but I just needed a break from all this. Yes, you heard me right I need a break. Flashback. "Te Amo" he whispered. What the fuck does that mean "Pablo, you know I ain't Spanish, what does that mean?" I chuckled. "It means I love you." He answered with a lovely smile. "But I thought it's te Quiero!" "Well, they can mean similar things though. But Te Amo is not something you'd say to a long-time friend or a 2nd cousin. Saying te amo is much more romantic and affectionate, and is usually reserved for serious relationships and immediate family members."

“I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me, how beautiful and pure your soul is. Goodnight, Amore.” It's so sweet of him; should I text back? But I could swear it's spelled ‘amor’ and not ‘amore’, I thought. “Hey hermoso, since we're doing a little language speaking,^(laughing and blushing emoji^) I love how you reassure me and make me feel; thank you.”. A new reply came in: “There's amore; it's Italian for love.” “Some months back, I didn't want to be in the same room with you, but right now, I wish I was in your arms.”

Amore mio, My heart.

His heart jumped with joy, and he wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her there forever. “I’m honored, amore mio!” Amelia smiled, her cheeks coloring at the endearment he used for the second time since he arrived on her doorstep. She knew what the word 'amore’ meant. It meant love! She understood what ‘mio’ meant. It meant my. She had searched for a way to confess her feelings to him in Italian. It made her understand a few endearments in the language she loved. So, Matteo called her my love in his native tongue!

I roll my eyes and try to snatch the bowl from him. "Cello," he utters, tasting the name on his tongue. "It's better than amor." "Yeah, what does that mean though?" I put a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth "Love," he smiles. "Huh?" "Amor meus is Latin for 'my love'," he explains. "Oh," I mouth, and heat creep up my face. He's been calling me that for a while now and only now do I know what it means. I think I like this name better than Cello.