Cruel Passion Novels & Stories

"What do you do when you experience passionate feelings at that point, Suzette?" "Mon ami, I quickly go for a fortnight to the ocean—one is lost on the off chance that one becomes hopelessly enamored in the metier—the man stomps on then, at that point, — stomps on and sneaks off—for everything great one must never feel." "Yet, you have a good nature, Suzette; do you feel for me?" "Hein?" she asked, pointing to all of her tiny white teeth. "Thou? —Thou art very rich, mon chou." Ladies will continuously

I torture her more, seeing only her lips parted in rapid breathing with low, strong moans. I could reach my limit just by looking at her, just by feeling her skin on my fingers, feeling her growing wetness or her desire, as surrender to her face becomes my greatest satisfaction. But I wasn't going to do that. Until I free myself, I want to give you what you asked me for; a preview of what my desire was to deliver, and I would do everything to make it happen. Celeste let out a sensual moan, squeezing my arms as she reached her first orgasm.

Good heavens, his look could have set the whole world on fire. There was no lust in us, no irrational desire either; the heat was so intense that I was finally able to put a name to what she provoked in me: passion. There wasn't that primitive urge to possess her and get carnal satisfaction because this goes beyond the physical. It was the ability that she had to turn on every corner of my interior without touching me. I ran from her neck to her mouth with such reverence and delicacy that I was surprised that fire could be present with such a soft and delicate act.

"I was celibate while I was searching for you because you taste divine and after tasting you no one can match your sweetness, Darling.You weke like a drug running wildly in my blood which made me intoxicated for any other medicine. You are mine, Dini. Only mine!” She gulped listening to his dark, deep and hoarse voice which was anything but calm. Their chests collided rhythmically as they breathed together. The tingling of his words creating havoc that she clutched her thighs together to create some friction as the pulse in her Her Pussy. For a moment she wanted to run away from him and as if Falcone read her thoughts he shook his head at her. “No! don’t even think that you would escape, I a

“To be honest, I don’t know him that well. This is the first time I’ve seen him ever since I started working here. But from what I’ve heard, he’s cold and strict.” Rena went on to explain how Adam, being the heir to the Dean family empire, had countless people approaching him with hidden agendas. Though he came across as rude and unapproachable, women still threw themselves at him. “They call him the ‘Casanova of Capitol.’ He’s always surrounded by beautiful women, but he never sticks with anyone.” Evelyn clenched her fists, feeling a surge of bitterness. She had once fallen into Adam’s trap—just another woman in his revolving door of lovers.

Time stretched, every second drawn out with deliberate, tantalizing patience, until Sienna understood that surrendering—even just a little—was the only way to survive the fire that was Damien Westwood. And as they clung to each other in the shadows, the night ahead promised passion, discovery, and the slow, inevitable burn of something neither of them could resist.

Wanting to hold this moment forever. She lifted her head and stared into eyes that smoldered with black flames of passion, so intense she trembled as the carnal fire licked through her veins. She burned deep inside, forever branded by his passion, her skin so sensitized that the slight abrasion of his fingers stroking her quivering body was sweet torture. They had made love every way imaginable, but never with this explosive passion. Never this intense and consuming. Never so powerful that she actually thought if she died now, she would die blissfully happy.

"How dare you Aryan?! You dare to call me a slut? I didn't react yesterday because I thought you actually don't mean it but it turns out that you do. Not only did you call me a slut but also a whore and witch! Who does that to their wife? You were my first in everything! The first man I will ever fall in love with! The first man to kiss me, the first man who took my virginity. We did it Aryan, we make love!" "Love?!." He scoffed. "We never make love but sex, the only thing that happened between us is just sex! Plainly sex! I only sex you just like a slut that you've always been... Now, get out from my room!" He spat at me. How... dare... him! How dare him treat me like a trash? You've gone

But he was still inside her, filling her, fucking her, painting her in his scent. Their passion increased with time and so did his enthusiasm. Sienna felt the electric pleasure prickling up to her scalp as he slammed into her repeatedly. His force was so brutal that she felt her body moving backward every time he drove into her. His giant cock excavated her cunt ruthlessly while she moaned and screamed his name. Her moans were his fuel, making him want to never stop. Her inside was warm and so welcoming. He could spend eternity inside her.

’ Heart prayed while having sex with her client. Cullen went home, still frustrated. He slammed the door and then removed his necktie and shoes. He sat down on the sofa, gritting his teeth. “I really want to see Scarlet Heart! I miss her so much! I don’t know what is this but I really want to be with her!” Cullen was screaming. He was feeling confused about his feelings, but as far as he knew, it was just a lust, nothing more. ‘But I keep on longing for her.’ Cullen thought. But then he checked his laptop on his mini table in his front. He opened it and checked his emails. He saw the result of their votes and he just gave a poker face the moment he saw the number of the winner.