Anch'io Ti Amo Novels & Stories

She murmurs as she walks toward me in slow steady steps Her confession hitting me hard as my breath stutters. See? Dangerous! “Damn woman! Can you be any less audacious, I should be the one saying those words first”I growl as I walk with full speed towards her and grab her, placing my hands possessive on her waist, pulling her into me as my hands burn through the silk material that feel flimsy. “I love you”I murmur staring deep into her eyes as I see tears pooling in them. “Ti amo.”The words leave my mouth again in Italian before I can stop them. My voice is Low, bare and raw the most vulnerable it has ever been.

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His arms held her close, circled her back, and his lips pressed against her hair. “What have you done to me?” he whispered. She lifted her head and looked up at him. Then, she reached up to brush a lock of hair off his forehead as she smiled and, trusting her instincts, gave him her heart as she had just given him her body. “I love you, Damiano,” she told him. Then, Thea eased away and drew herself across his chest to touch her lips to his. “'Ti amo,'” she told him again, this time in Italian.

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" I pushed her slightly out of the main door and locked it. I could hear my own rapid breathing. Everywhere became silent again. I turned to look at the room that I once shared with Ethan. I touched the warning silk sheet, which still had the smell of my mate on it. Everything could re-start again. This time, I will put in all my effort to make sure that the divorce never happens. I have come back to love you, Ethan!.

Levi maliciously pulls her closer to him: And if I don't? Anastasia: What do you mean if you don't?.. you don't have the right to do this in the first place, so let go of my hand and walk away He smiled sarcastically and said: I have no right!!?.. but this is what I have the most right. Do you know why?..because you are my Mate.. She raised her head to look at him questioningly and spoke: What do you mean by your Mate? Levi Bhiam as he melts in the magic of her eyes: My Mate, my life partner, my wife..

Her hands pressed gently against Luciano, holding him off while she savored the desperate intensity in his eyes. Yet, her legs still spread apart kindly. Luciano instantly understood her intentions. He knelt before her and pushed his soft tongue inside, savoring the taste of her sweet body. Tanya screamed as her climax arrived, her opening moist and yielding. Luciano was already painfully hard. He slowly and firmly pushed himself in her, hearing her pant in satisfaction. Luciano pressed hard against her tummy. He crouched by her ear, gasping amid her shattered screams. "Has Padre ever been here, Madre?"

I just hoped we wouldn’t get caught up in something dangerous. "You want to learn my language?" he asked. "It sounds hard… but sure, teach me the basics." "Just say, Ti Amo, Marito. That’s the only phrase I want you to learn." "Oh please, that’s so easy. Ti Amo, Marito! See? I’m great at this already. Ti Amo means I love you, right?" "Ti amo anche io, mia moglie." I froze. That sounded intense. "Wait—slow down. What did you just say?"

he said, again, stopping me “I love you so fucking much that it kills me to see one tear coming out of your beautiful eyes. I love you so much that the fact that I know that the man that broke your soul is still alive. I love you with every cell that I have in my system that knowing that you fell asleep while being upset with me makes me rage, and I know that I am a failure at expressing it at times, but…” “I love you too, Dante” I said, stopping him, taking him by surprise. His eyes widened, and holding his breath, he waited to hear my words again before reacting. I smiled, and leaned into his lips, pecking them. “Ti amo con tutto quello che cho in me, Dante D’Angelo” I love you with everyt

she whispered, taking him by surprise. “Anch'io ti amo!” he whispered back, straightening up to gaze into her eyes. She noticed the curiosity burning inside him. “What did you say?” asked Amelia, not understanding much except the words, ti amo! “What did you say?” he asked instead, his eyes flashing with amusement and disbelief. Amelia blushed at his scrutiny, but she didn’t look away this time. “I love you so much, Matteo,” she whispered, noticing the swirling emotions in his eyes. There was a look of surprise, too. Maybe he hadn’t expected her to understand the term she used.