Romans & histoires Cruel Passion

Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. The friction between their bodies ignited a fire that refused to be tamed, and she couldn’t hold back the sounds that escaped her lips. Her cries grew louder, more desperate, with each passing second. The passion between them was overwhelming, a force that seemed unstoppable, like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, and Patricia found herself drowning in it, utterly consumed by Alvin's unwavering determination to bring them both to the peak of ecstasy.

He was so furious and passionate; departing me to a fairyland, my moans greeted the blissful world where wounding lip with self-torture was a blessing rather than a curse. “Oh kitten, I want all of you, baby… once I claim this body then there’s no safe place for you, you will belong to me to my bed, and I will have you whenever and where I want. Day or night; I don’t care, public or private; doesn’t matter, you’ll belong to this De Luca… ah oh, baby! you’re fire,” he gutturally stated his dangerous passion with the additions of hisses and groans while expressing his predominant trait. God, he is more possessive tha…

The final entry, scrawled in a shaky hand, was different: October 31, 1887: A revelation. The priest speaks of spiritual bonds. My bond to Eleanor was love. But what of other passions? A fever can burn as hot as devotion. A hunger can consume as completely as grief. Perhaps… perhaps the anchor is not the emotion, but its intensity. Only a passion as fierce as my despair, a fire as hot as my ice, could burn these chains away. A soul offered in carnal heat, not heavenly love… could that be the key? It is a dark thought. But the darkness is all I have left. Clara’s blood ran hot then cold. Her fingers traced the words carnal heat. Her own body, aching and responsive to the unseen, was a testame

Desperate for him to release her lips, she shook her head vigorously. "Bastard, leave her, I will kill you!" Suddenly, her husband's voice rang out, indignantly proclaiming for him to let her go under threat of death. "Kill me." Opening her tear-filled eyes, she whispered through his lips, hinting at her own willingness to be killed. In response, the man abruptly ceased his actions, his piercing sapphire eyes darkening maliciously as a cruel smirk emerged on his face. "I will, mi hermosa." Saying this, he retrieved his gun from his back and positioned the weapon directly against her forehead. Despite this imposing display, he noticed that her hazel eyes revealed no signs of fear, which only

Cassia accepted all of him, crying out as he rolled his hips to thrust back inside her again. She was perfection, her body made for his, her lust matching his as no other woman ever had. Pietro took her hard and fast, watching the pleasure ripple across her exquisite features, his gaze drawn to her beautiful breasts bouncing as he rocked into her. He had to claim that flesh too, had to know every delicious inch of his woman and her wolf. He thrust in deeply and held himself rigid inside her as he sucked a hardened peak into his eager mouth. He suckled, his touch rough and demanding. There was no gentleness in this coming together; there was only wild passion and deep need. He was ruthless as

“Come for me, Autumn.” I feel my entire world shatter and break apart into a million pieces. Bliss pulses through my veins, paralyzing and hijacking all of my muscles. My cunt screams as it bursts with pleasure, throbbing wildly as all the pent-up frustration is released. I can’t talk. All I can do is let it consume me. At some point, I feel something hot twitching in my cunt and then feel a hot jet spurt. “Take it, you little cum slut,” Axel groans.

My mother committed suicide because. I clench my fists again as I think of all the things I missed out on because I was too busy with training or going to some party with the guys . There is a link to an online drive with the username and password on the letter, I grab my laptop and log in. The contents of what he has saved here causes such a fierce hatred to well up inside me that it takes over my whole being.

Her eyes shone with determination as she continued, “Rain isn’t worthy of you. You’ll meet someone even better in the future.” The others in the room agreed with what she said, “That’s right. Rain was just a dog you were keeping by your side. She isn’t worthy of you.” “How could she ask for a divorce? She’s not even worthy of it.” “Just get rid of that disobedient dog. With a wave of your hand, you can find more obedient women for yourself.” While they spoke, Joshua kicked over a tea table. It crashed on the floor with a loud bang as he said chillingly, “Who did you just call a dog?”

His lips ghosting over my throat, whispering how much he loved seeing me like this—helpless, desperate, coming undone because of him. My fingers had curled deep, a moan trembling from my lips as my hips rolled, chasing more. Chasing him. I had seen him above me in my mind—Noah’s lips parted, his gaze heavy with something dark, something dangerous. The pressure had built, coiling tighter and tighter until— Oh God. It had shattered through me, sharp and all-consuming. Pleasure wrecked me, wave after relentless wave, leaving me gasping, trembling, ruined. I had said his name.

I protested, yanking off his habd from mine, while he grunted in discomfort, pulling at me. I pulled away, prying the door, it was locked, it wouldn’t open, “Just shut up!” He yelled pulling at me, struggling. I saw his hand reach for my phone once more, I quickly sunk my teeth into his flesh, hearing him make a loud moan in pain gave me just as much satisfaction.