Diary Of A Passion Novels & Stories

The night stretched long and heavy, a tapestry woven from guilt and ecstasy, past and present merging in the quiet shadows. As dawn’s pale light seeped through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold, we lay tangled together hearts pounding in unison, skin slick with sweat, breaths mingling in the fragile calm after the storm. The diary’s words echoed in my mind, a haunting reminder of the passions that had come before, and the dangerous path we now walked. Questions swirled unspoken between us: What did this mean? How far would we go? Could we ever return to who we were before?

I could not take my eyes off her. Soon, her dress fell to the floor. Ginny stood there nervously. She tried to cover herself with her arms, and she shivered slightly. I could even see the goosebumps on her pale skin. She continued to take off her underwear slowly. I was completely overtaken by strong lust, and I reached out for her.

Or would having sex with him be merely pleasant like everything else about him? There certainly was a connection between passion inside and outside of the bedroom where Dante was concerned. At first glance, on the surface, Dante seems reserved. In perfect control. But I know from experience that beneath that controlled exterior, an intense inferno burns. I've seen the real Dante - the one the rest of the world never gets to see. There's a fire in him, a depth of feeling that is usually only visible through his scripts. But I've seen that depth of emotion in his eyes. Felt it on my skin. Heard it in his words. He and I seem to bring out the wildness in each other.

As she slurred her words, I approached her with determination. That was enough talking; it was time for action. “I wonder if Diana has…” I swallowed the rest of her words along with her mouth. She wasn’t expecting the kiss, as her body went stiff. For a moment, she just sat still while I hungrily took in her lower lip. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she relaxed into me, returning the kiss but slowing it down into something more passionate. Her hands found their way to my head and started fondling my hair. She pulled at the band until my hair broke free from its hold and flowed down my shoulders. She giggled into my lips, and I couldn’t suppress the guttural sound that erupted from my throat.

He didn't dare believe she could love him, but she felt emotion, not just lust, and it was enough for him. "You're so tight, Diana, and so damn hot, I think I'm going to come out of this scorched for life." Nothing in his life, not even his most erotic fantasies, had prepared him for sharing Diana's body. She gasped his name again, the small, helpless plea for release tearing his last thread of control so that he caught her hips in his arms, holding her still while he plunged deep, over and over, the passion washing through him, sizzling and crackling and roaring like thunder in his ears. He felt her spasm around him, gripping tightly, her soft cries mingling with his strangled ones. The sen

I frowned. He kissed me and closed his eyes "I know it does. It'll be over soon. Just 5 more centimeters. That's like nothing" "Nothing for you who's not feeling his hips spread apart by the minute!" I said hastily. "Sorry" he muttered as Francine, David, Dan, and Allison all stormed into the room. "This is so exciting! David where's the camera?" She asked while fishing around in her purse. I groaned and covered my face with my hands as she began to snap pictures of everything.

The stupid boy had a passion for art and photography, yet he was being used by that bastard. If we truly were brothers separated from birth and we grew up together, we would have been two poles apart because I'd rather fry my brains out than write a diary. And I loved sports and business management. This one was quite the opposite. Bored and weary of flipping through the diary, I placed it back the same way I saw it and groaned at how dirty the sheets were. I sat on the bed, lost in thoughts when the door swung open.Craig Dimitri walked in, bathed in sweat. My heart began pounding with raw fear and hatred for the swine.

Safe. Passion was a roller-coaster, an explosive force, a whirlwind, and he suddenly knew that was what Divyanshi Trilok represented, what he'd felt caught up in while he was with her… passion in all its range and dimensions. It was pervasively disturbing. And intensely alluring.

She cried with pleasure in my ears, then her body shuddered with a delicious orgasm that engulfed her. Arousal rushed over me from her beautiful moans. I roared, slamming into her one last time before I flooded her with my seed. I growled, my body tense, and I gritted my teeth as I pulsed into her, flooding her. As I collapsed Lydia , drained of energy, I couldn't help but loathe myself for the grave sin I had committed against Fiona.

He said, wearing his clothes. “Go and get a mistress to fulfil your lust.” I spat. “Shut up.” He hissed and went to the bathroom as I began to laugh. “Can’t control yourself?!” I shouted at him. “Fantasize about me, Blaze!” I shouted, bursting my emotions as a tear rolled down my cheek. 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.