El Amor Y La Locura Novelas e Histórias

She could not explain how to feel blankets bunched between her body and her lover's; to be out of breath. "Te amo, Estefan. (I love you, Estefan.)" She kissed the tip of his nose. "Yo también te amo, Leticia. (I love you too, Leticia.)" He kissed her temple as he pulled her closer, making her lean to his muscled chest. When he tried to shut his eyes, Amaya appeared. 'This is wrong. I want to get my revenge on Amaya. But, why do I feel like I cheated on her?' his mind whispered.

So I turn Amory to face me, I lift her into my arms as she locks her legs around me, and kiss her as I push myself into her. Amory whimpers and moans out into my mouth, before biting my bottom lip. When she lets go, I suck on her neck like a vacuum not giving a fuck if it marks her or not! She screams out my name and trembles through her orgasm before I release right into her. I mean, she’s probably pregnant right now anyway so what difference does it make at this point? “Mi Amor, solo yo de ahora en adelante. Eres mío”, (my love, only me from now on. You’re mine) I say through my huskiness as she leans back against the wall while still in my arms. “Solo tuyo”, (only yours) she whines. “Siem

said Amra annoyed . Aron got up from his bed then started to get dressed . Amra kept staring at him with an annoyed expression . " The way you are staring at me is bothersome . You better say what you want to say out loud . " said Aron . " I really hope that there is actually someone out there who can make you understand what love is . Then you will stop sleeping with all these girls like this . " said Amra . " Love ? You gotta be kidding me ! There's no such thing as love. Love is nothing more than mere sex ! " said Aron with a smirk while he dressed up .

Shout it out. Lucifer just stared at Ely and his stomach almost exploded funny. "You're not joking." Promise of the young man. "I'm not kidding! Are you confused? You really don't want to be with me? Come with Amira all right! Your first love right ?!" Ely exclaimed and turned his back on the young man. "Hey, hey. You're not really joking." She tries to caress Ely, but she doesn't want to hug him. "I'm going to break you. You don't want me to cry. But this is how you feel. I'm confused by your mood! Hot and cold, up and down! You've even beaten the curls, your brain is intricate!" Ely exclaimed and Lucifer became silent when he saw Ely crying forever.

Asael palmed her face and kissed her tears away. “Ofcourse, I am…born crazy and….” He pushed his face closer to hers to look more deeply into her alluring emerald eyes where he believed his serenity resided. “My love is my madness….mi bella,” he husked against her lips before capturing them as his which made Ezrene immediately kiss him back while hugging him. How could she push him away now when she knew how much he had submitted to her? But only if she had tried to comprehend the meaning behind his words that….his love was his madness. She was his madness. A madness which knew no barriers of right and wrong, good and worst, moral and immorality because it was the most obscure form of obsess

Their bodies were slick with sweat, their muscles aching, but the fire between them burned hotter than ever. Luca’s hands roamed possessively along her back, pulling her close, claiming her as both partner and prize. “Granada is ours,” Amara whispered, voice low, sultry. “And no one will forget it.” Luca’s lips brushed hers in a heated kiss, a promise, and a challenge all at once. “Together,” he murmured, voice thick with desire. “Always.” They clung to each other, the night’s adrenaline still thrumming in their veins, the city below trembling under the weight of their presence. Every shadow in Granada now whispered their dominance, and the inferno of desire that defined their bond raged str

Amalia closed her eyes, feeling emotion pierce through her. That night, in the middle of chaos, rain, storm, and confessions, she knew she was no longer alone. And that love —that imperfect love, divided between three intense men— was real. And it was about to be tested. The house had fallen into a strange silence after the confessions. The storm outside no longer roared, but its echoes still lived in Amalia's chest. She climbed the stairs slowly, her skin still warm from Max’s closeness, Dax’s tenderness, and Maddox’s intensity. She didn’t know how her heart hadn’t shattered into pieces. They were different… but each of them touched her in a way no bullet ever could.

And as his last message denies giving up its stinging effects, I’m left with eyes stung by tears… again. “Fuck.” I don’t want to cry. I have done enough of that already. But every word, every pause, every intonation that comes with ‘Love, whatever you see after now, know that what we have is not a deception. I’ll remain the man you adore, the same one that cherishes you. Now and forever. Te Amo’ carries a share of turbulence fierce enough to slit through mountains.

Kent again? “How are you, mi amor?”