Romans & histoires Cruel Passion

" I am absolutely fine, baby. And you don't need to get angry. It doesn't suit you at all." "Dorcas,please get out of my house. I am not in the mood for any of your drama," he pleaded, then walked toward her and held her hand to drag her up. "Why are you not in the mood? I can help you with that. I'm excellent at setting up the mood for anything," she circled her hands around his neck and a leg went about his waist, making her center meet his. "Gosh! I will love to see you aroused," she muttered shamelessly in his neck, but in the next minute, she found herself on the floor. He had pushed her hard and without remorse.

He was loyal to his wife and he disregarded many beauties including the obsessed Celine. While everyone seemed busy with the preparation, Celine was unhappy. “ I have sent you to hell several times but you keep coming back. This time...I'm making sure that you lost...out of my sight forever, Danielle. I was so close to getting Anthony when you appeared again. I'm not going to let you live. Hell! No!!!!” Celine threw the glass of wine she was holding. It made a loud crashing sound. She saw the pieces of shattered glasses on the floor and she held her head like a crazy woman.

Seeing his soul — the passion I felt was richer than gold. I loved him the first time — I loved him the last time. I chose hurt over peace.

His fingers were caressing my bare body and igniting the fire that was already burning inside me. "FUCK!" My hands were on his chest and I was moving sensually and passionately. His hands gripped my waist. "AAH, ahh," I was crying his name. The pleasure was too much for me to bear and it was driving me crazy, my whole body was shaking as I felt I was close. He fastened his moves underneath me, and I cum all over him. My body was vibrating and I stayed still for a while. He got me off him and lied to me on my belly. I gasped, I wasn't ready to feel his hard dick in me and he thrust once and then again, I screamed his name

Starved Passion::: He restlessly pounded his cock inside her as her cries and groans of pleasure filled his ears, he lifted her legs on his shoulder as he intensified his powerful thrust taking her deep, hard and fast until everything inside her exploded like a hot molten lava. Their body pressed together, her soft flesh against the hot hard muscle of his chest and body. Davin slowly thrust in with his breathing hot and erratic until the flicker of pleasure rippled through his body as he came after her.

Its been two months, can't get my mind off her. Who is she to make me this uneasy? It's like am losing my wits(senses). Why can't I just forget about her? Since like forever I have always hated the ladies, why is this one so different? Come to think of it, she is so beautiful, her grey eyes captivating, her lips as red as crimson, her eye lashes so long, her posture perfect. Her hair long and dark, gosh! She is my ideal woman. Won't let her slip through my fingers, hell I won't let her out of my sight, even though I know nothing about her, I don't care. Even if she turns out to be married, I will have her husband killed and take her for myself. She better be single, cause no one has made me

The kiss burned through Celine like wildfire, scorching her body with a heat she'd almost forgotten. Moans tumbled from her lips as a wetness began to pool between her thighs, a surge of desire unlike anything she'd experienced with anyone else in the last two years. Despite the time that had passed, Ermanno still held a spell over her, his touch igniting something primal within her. The experience was terrifying and exhilarating all at once, like a drug she couldn't resist, pulling her deeper into the flames of their undeniable passion.

It was an unavoidable and unbreakable passion, it took away our senses, bewitched us and no matter how much I deny, I knew his every word was true and I hated it. When profound cravenness and enmity blend they create a curious tension. I don’t want it but at the same I do- we do. Soon Blaze came out of the shower with a towel around his waist, looking divine with his perfect body as ever and asked, “Why are you still here?” “It is so toxic, Blaze…” I said sadly, sitting up. “How can we live a life like this?” “What are you talking about?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

I wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt us again. I peeled off the robe and let it drop to the floor. My skin was still flushed and sensitive, a stark reminder of the mating heat and the night's undeniable passion. Passion. It was a cruel word for what had happened. It was a chemical reaction, a surge of wolf instincts fueled by drugs. Yet, the memory of his lips, his hands, the possessive weight of his body… it felt terrifyingly real.

"Make me forget the white room. Make me forget my own name." As the heat of their collision ebbed, the older man's voice returned, calm and chilling. "Passion is a useful lubricant for the gears, isn't it? That’s what I told Isabella, right before the Fire Protocol. I told her that our love was so vast it needed to be purified by heat." Dante pulled away from Ivy, his eyes fixed on the screen once more. He looked broken, the armor of the Master shattered by the realization that his every "unique" urge had a precursor.