Apple Picking Scene Twisted Love Novels & Stories

“Then you’ll understand the pain I’ve carried for so long. I want you to understand all of it… I want you to know that I love you… and hate you at the same time.” Despite the unrelenting strength of his grip upon her wrist, his next action was achingly gentle. He lifted her hand. And, one by one, pressed soft kisses to her fingers—from her thumb… to her pinky. Rosie’s breath caught. Before she could steady herself, he drew her index finger into his mouth. She stiffened. He licked—slowly, absently—before sucking the tip as though it were something sweet, something he could not quite relinquish.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Alexis. Don't play dumb in front of me. Why are you doing this to yourself? I always thought that when I met you, I would make you feel like the luckiest woman in the world. I would show you what happiness is and what true love is, but I never thought I would force you to find your love with another man. Listen, don't get me wrong. I've always loved you, and I still love you. You're more like an angel who saved my life and someone I want to make happy. Not only did you save my life that day, but you also freed me from suffering. You gave me new hope. I want you for myself. I still want you. When I saw you this morning, so many thoughts raced through

She clenched the bouquet as if she could crush the stems in her hand. She lowered her gaze to the flowers, tears falling uncontrollably. She took a long breath, then lifted her head, forcing the tears back. The corner of her lips lifted into a smile, not joyful, but bitter. After regaining control, she stepped forward and slowly opened the door. Leaning against the doorframe, she became a witness to her lover having sex with the woman beneath him. Alexi suppressed a wave of nausea as the overlapping moans echoed. “Wow, what a beautiful sight. Incredible.”

“Let it be what it is.” In that space, tangled together, teasing, laughing softly, pressing close, brushing fingertips along skin, Imani felt it—the delicate balance of desire, jealousy, love, and intimacy, mingling, stretching through them. She had never felt more alive. The night moved slowly, deliberately, each movement a small, thrilling pulse of connection, building a rhythm that was playful and intense, tender and daring.

Rhea Morreti, the female lead and the daughter of a Sicilian gang member; was meant to be a silent spy and was planted in the Vitale family to dismantle them from within, under the guise of an arranged marriage with Adriano Vitale, the son of a rival gang leader. But when her own brother, Dante, exposes her to further his own agenda, she becomes the scapegoat for a war she never planned to fight alone. Marked for execution, she barely escapes with her life—only to return stronger, deadlier, and carrying a secret that could shake the very foundation of their world. Even though Adriano Vitale never wanted the marriage, he didn’t want Rhea dead, especially since they had fallen for each other.

Ace runs the tip of his tongue on the protruding bud of Scarlet's breast. "Then marry me, sweetheart. I cannot wait for more. I have already waited for too long." Taking Scarlet to a surprise, he dips his hand in her pants and rubs her button. "Sweet Goodness Ace....please stop for now." Scarlet squeals at his unexpected action. She closes her eyes embracing his touch and rubbing herself more with him which gradually turns more ecstatic.

Her lips fit perfectly with mine and neither of us seemed to want to stop. I flick my tongue at her bottom lip and she grants me access. Our tongues dance in perfect sync and I feel her move to straddle my lap. My phone rings, breaking us apart and both of us breathing heavily. She declined her mother's call on my phone, wraps her arms around my neck and rests her head on my shoulder.

I'm twitching, shaking, back arched— He reaches down and picks up the champagne bottle. Before I can say a word, he pours the last little bit over my pussy. I gasp at the sudden bubbling cold. I try to wriggle away but he holds me down and sucks the champagne from my clit and the folds of my pussy, licking me clean, making these filthy delighted noises as he does it. "Fuck, Eros, you need to warn a girl before you drench her in champagne." He slides his fingers in deep, silencing me as a low moan wrenches itself from my throat.

He acted like a teenager, who's mind is engrossed in infatuation and can't see anything far and beyond. He came forward, coming closer to me, and tightly held my shoulders with his both hands, pressing them and pulling me forward. "Look into my eyes. Look at me Selene you will find endless love for you enclosed for you. Still, it's not late. Leave him, you can choose me. We will get married and will live a happy life now and after." Struggling to get free from his hold, disgusted at his touch I had my face away from him.

She snaps weakly. “Cherry, please do not run away from me until I am finished.” He pleads in a remorse tone and cautiously freed Cherry. When she noticed his hold had gone slack, Cherry took her chance for an escape and slammed her head aggressively against Rex’s head. For a moment stars, angels and planets danced around her eyes but she is able to slip out successfully from his hold. Unbalanced with symptoms of nausea, Cherry recollected herself and nailed Rex in the nuts with the tip of her new shoe.