Amor In Spanish 소설 & 이야기

Analiese Mi corazon. He called me his heart. That is the closest he has ever come to saying I love you. Te amo. I know a little Spanish. I took it in high school, but I never became fluent. Besides, in school they teach you the proper way. All the kids in school made fun of it because the Spanish we hear around here is mostly slang words and phrases, which they most definitely didn't teach you in Spanish class. Oh, and curse words. I could certainly curse someone out in Espanol.

I wished I could linger there, in his arms, just the two of us, forever. He held me tightly and planted a tender kiss on the top of my head. "It's time, mi amor," he murmured. It was the first time he had used a Spanish term with me. Yes, I knew its meaning— "my love." I gazed up at him and slowly leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. He drew me closer, bending slightly to deepen our kiss, savoring the taste of my lips. A soft moan escaped me, causing him to break our kiss and smile down at me.

‘I love you too, mi amor (Spanish for ‘my love’),’ Gabriel thought but didn’t say it to her. Making love to her in Marbella had been explosive, mind-blowing. But this was more… so much more. Watching her take her pleasure, watching her beautiful face shine as she rode him, causing such agony for them both, and such explosive pleasure, made him feel over-ecstatic.

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.” * * * * *

CHAPTER 79 Amour Amour - a sexual relationship or a secret love affair: usually an illicit love affair Origin: Latin 79 NICK'S POV A few days before Savannah's bachelorette party... I could still hear Savannah so clearly as I close my eyes when she told me she's marrying someone. I gaze at the invitation card disinterestedly. I still couldn't believe she's getting married. I just don't want her to marry yet, I know I am being selfish right now because Damon is already making her happy and Damon has filled the empty spaces that I left.

I confirmed while asking him back in the process. _________________________ I Love You, Mi Amor* was the author’s own song composition on February 10, 2018, 5:00 to 5:20 PM. Mi Amor is a Spanish term for ‘My Love.’ Songs are copyrighted, so the author used to compose all songs in her novels. You could listen to its few lines on her F******k page here: https://www.f******k.com/NihcRonoel. Do not forget to click the ‘Like’ icon so you will be prompted on her latest updates.

Gabriella said, sounding like she had pulled the phone away from her ear. Juan rolled his eyes. He knew the last sentence was directed at Billy. He liked Billy and he wanted Gabriella to be happy, but their love cooing could nauseate a nun. They are the most sugar and honey couple I have ever seen. “Oh, mi amoroso hermano,” she sighed. “It means a lot. More than you know.” “Actually, I think I do,” Juan said. “Consider it an early Christmas gift.” “Very early,” Gabriella stated with a smile in her tone.

"Your cock is heavenly. My experience with it is everything that pleasure describes. I love it more." "Mmh, I think that has calmed it down. I was feeling jealous of the finger." We both laugh, embracing each other in a hug. I take his face to my palms when we pull away, his hands wrapping me around my back and locking our bare chests together. "TE AMO," I whisper, shocking him. "Where did you learn that?" He asks with a beautiful smug. "From the internet." I respond proudly. He smiles and gives me a peck on the lips. "TE AMO MUCHO, MI AMOR. ERES MI VIDA."

She became even paler at the sight of them, her eyes widening in shock. Carlotta crumpled to the floor in front of Amaliah and sobbed with her head on the edge of the bed. “My baby. My sweet, sweet baby.” she said over and over, raising her head to look at her daughter. She stroked her hair and sobbed harder when Amaliah spoke. “Mom,” she croaked. “Mi mama. I missed you, mom. I’m so sorry.” she began to sob and attempted to sit up. “Mi amor. You have nothing to be sorry for. I should be sorry. I was mad at you unjustly without considering what you were going through. I love you. Te queiro mucho. I’m here for you anytime.”

I said and pulled her in for a hug as I couldn't help the giddiness I felt when she winked at me. "Siempre estarás en mi corazón, Mi Amor." She whispered, and I never felt such an incredible feeling of being truly loved by someone I love. It's amazing. "Oh, so we're speaking Spanish now?" I chuckled and felt her kiss my head. "Sí." She replied and broke off from the hug, and she looked at me. Damn, truth be told, she sounds so sexy. She did top in our Spanish class, even though I'm the Hispanic one.