Novel & Cerita Fiction Love

Aurora tried to explain. Vincenzo’s eyes slid from her face down to her lap. She was wearing a very short jean skirt and a polo shirt. His hand grazed down her thigh, then he leaned in and whispered into her ear…. “Do you still love me?” Aurora’s eyes widened. She nodded quickly….eager and desperate—while he chuckled darkly. “Me too,” he murmured. “I crave to have you.” “I don’t know about love… I see love as sex. So if you love me… let me fuck you,” Vincenzo whispered.

Kelvin murmured against his entrance. Fabulous smirked, pulling him down for a passionate kiss. “Lose control,” he ordered—and so it was done. The world outside blurred. There was no one—just them tangled in the sheets together, listening to each other’s heartbeat. “I love every bit of you,” Kelvin whispered, kissing him even more. Fabulous snuggled closer, holding his lover tight. This was indeed love—not just sex, but lovemaking—and he was all in for it.

The Provençal sun might have set, but their love story was just beginning to shine. As the crickets sang outside the window, and the moon cast a silver glow on their intertwined bodies, Vincent whispered, "Je t'aime, Abigail." I love you. The words hung in the air, a testament to a love story that transcended time itself. And so they slept, dreaming of lavender fields, shared kisses under the olive tree, and endless days under the Provençal sun. Their love, like the lavender fields, was in full bloom, painting their world in shades of purple and gold.

It was obvious he wanted Marsha to be jealous. Carrie pulled slightly away. ^Almost} Maybe you were right when you said there is no such thing as love. It is an overrated feeling connected with sexual compatibility. One thing you have in your favour though, if I get tired of sex, maybe Marsha will oblige!’ It had started out as a romantic conversation, but now Carrie felt Alexis stiffen.

I urged. A low growl came from somewhere in his throat as his lips consumed mine with a fiery passion. An electrifying jolt that quickly turned into heated erotic fire flooded my body. Never in my life had I felt such a sensation. I was breathless, speechless, and practically unable to function as he gently lowered me to the ground and removed my hospital gown. He took a brief moment to study the scar on my neck, but not long enough for the mood to shift in any way. For the most part, I’d managed to avoid making love to Joshua since I’d discovered the truth about him by feigning sleep. On the few occasions that I didn’t, it proved to be uncomfortable and repelling until I pushed my mind

I closed my eyes from the intensity of this earth shattering wave of pure, concentrated euphoria that claimed me. The only close thing that can describe what happened when we bit each other was this: Think of love as more than just a feeling, think of it as a liquid that runs through the entire body side by side with blood, moving everywhere, feeding and nourishing your entire organs and cells. This liquid form of love has only one source of power and that would be Adrian for me, while for him it would in my name. Now imagine that liquid of yours being transmitted through you during the bite over to the other person’s blood stream, and imagine him doing the same to your own.

Opposite of Chris, who looked negligible hurt as earlier when he asked if I am his cousin's wife or not. "Serve the food," Andrew ordered, slowly we all dug into our plates. "So..." Chris began, chewing his steak, "Elina is the love you were talking about, Andrew?" He nodded happily. "Yes, I am very lucky to have her and she loves me too." I parted my lips to deny it when Andrew indicated me to stop by squeezing my thighs under the table, "No Elina?" "Ye-yeah, I love him." I shutter a bit which did not notice by anyone.

" I walked closer to her grabbing her by the waist. Her small and gentle hands were on my chest. I leaned in to kiss her and she did the same. I felt our lips brush against each other for the second time. I lean down more now closing the gap between our lips. Her lips were so soft and she tastes amazing. I wanted to go deeper into the kiss so I licked the bottom of her sweet lips asking for entrance. Once she opened her mouth a little, I slid my tongue inside tasting every part of her delicious lips. I heard her moan a little and that turned me on. Her hands were now playing with my hair which for some reason made me groan in pleasure. We parted from our heated kiss and we were catching our

Vivian laughed, almost hysterically, shaking her head. “What? That would never happen. It is absolutely impossible.” “Mm,” Fiona hummed, unconvinced. “No, listen,” Vivian insisted, her eyes gleaming. “Adrian really loves me. He loves me so much. He adores me. The love he has for me is different from what he has for Amelia. I know that, I can tell. He would be that loyal thing I want.” She winked, smug and sure of herself. Fiona exhaled deeply.

The heat I was feeling was still there but my eyelids were getting heavier and sleepiness is now taking over. “I want to sleep now,” I muttered as I tried to snuggle on his chest. I felt him sighed and whispered some incoherent words but I didn't care about it. Sleep is more important now as I feel my body is slowly giving up. A sigh of relief came out of my mouth as soon as I felt the soft mattress against my back. But before I succumbed to dreamland, I heard Lorenzo whisper to me before kissing my lips. “I love you. I have loved you and will always love you, Briana..”