Burning Passion: The Margaret Mitchell Story Novels & Stories

Our story remained a living flame. Deep. Passionate. Forever burning.

"I know you're a very kind-hearted woman, Cynthia, so please come out so that we can discuss this reasonably." … Cynthia's Point-of-View I, however, could no longer hear what they were saying at that point, as I had utterly abandoned myself to the intensity of William's fervor. In the end, we barely got any sleep. William gently massaged my aching waist. His voice carried a tempting, seductive quality as he murmured, "Did I meet your expectations with my performance, Cynthia?" I smiled faintly as I recalled the passion of the previous night. A thrilling sensation washed over me.

I was alive! I turned around and took a look at the electronic clock on my bedside table. The time and date shown told me that only two hours had passed since I accepted the transmigration mission. On my desk was a tab. The screen lit up and showed the homepage of a story app. At the top of the homepage was a book. It was titled “The Return Of The Real Heiress: My Fiance Stole A Heart For Me.” I took a sip of water. As it slid down my throat, the dryness faded.

Her reaction to my touch was driving me insane. I know i shouldn't be thinking that but damn…i ached so badly to feel her tight around me. I carressed her breasts and moved lower towards her thighs. I slipped her denim skirt up and moved my lips along her thighs. MARILYN'S POV I gasped at the powerful sensation i felt and held his head. God. I couldn't understand what was going in with my body. I has never ever felt this way before and it felt so thrilling. I ached to get something hard and large into my clit so desperately...

My whole body was on fire now. I should be running away. I should burn with rage against him I thought. But the fire in me burned within me was not fuel by rage, but by passion. I held on to the headboard above my head, and met his eyes. I knew he saw the fire in me, I saw it in him too.

“You, you love it how I love you, you love it how I touch you, my one, when all is said and done, you'll believe God is a woman, and I, I feel it after midnight a feelin' that you can't fight, my one, it lingers when we're done, you'll believe God is a woman” fire of passion is running inside my nerves right now, the way I move my hips and waist in front of everyone. I could feel the electricity that this kind of passion sends me, every grip on the pole, every trick setting me on blazing hostile. The heat from every beat of the music jammed my whole system, I could only move as the music told me to move.

He squats in front of me, inspecting my drenched face before reaching out to brush the tears away with his thumb, and then the sobs and cries flow uncontrolled again, becoming louder as he pulls me to his chest. “Shhh. It's okay,” he whispers while stroking my hair. I don't know if I imagined it but I feel the ghost of his lips at the side of my neck but the pain in my heart overcomes the feel. "She loathes me!" I weep on his chest. “I didn't ask to be born! Why does she hate me so much, Vance?” I try to make her love me, I did everything she asked of me when I was younger, hoping for affection but the hatred and regret in her eyes only grew stronger and everlasting to the point I hate looki

She left years later when she finally got a lead as an actress after years of Improv and small movie gigs which eventually paved the way for her and the wealth she has right now. But the fact that she tried to take me out of the house before my father came meant something. “I am so sorry about your incident Emily” Finally she broke the silence. Her shades were still on and her eyes were fixed on the road. I looked down at the envelope I held containing the divorce papers. I couldn't find the words to utter in response and she could observe my struggle from the corner of her eyes as she drove. “Are you gonna sign the papers?” she asked in such gentle voice like she was trying to avoid trigger

END OF FLASHBACK Mrs Young, with the great eagle she had never gave up easily. The thought of Taylor disobeying her wishes made her even more furious. She gave out a heavily sigh, and walked into her two sons company, lost in her thoughts thinking of ways not to lose such influential business partners, It was almost like gambling with her life when ever she meant business.