Forbidden Passion Novels & Stories

Fantasies of him slamming furiously into me, invading my senses. I wanted him to bounce on top of him like a slut. But here he was, gazing at me like a piece of meat about to be thoroughly chewed. Oh, I wanted it. So I pushed past the barriers, the dos and don'ts that stared me in the face. He was my professor, I shouldn't have had him, but I wanted to. "Are you going to kiss me again?" I whispered into his ear, leaning on my tiptoe. I felt his body tense against me, fueling further the juices that literally leaked through my pussy.

My hands devoured those solid thighs, thick and hard from his labour and travel. His abdominal muscles were so chiselled as to be statuesque. There was not a finer man in England as I bent my head down to worship him again and again. I never once considered if such passion was sinful, was this kind of position, not for creating children but purely for lust something to request forgiveness from? I no longer judged myself nor Fitz. If this was a life of damnation then I relinquished my keys to heaven gladly, for here was my bliss.

I feel the precursors to bliss assembling, gathering in my core, when he stops me. “Stop.” I gently lift my hand off my button. I look up at him with doe eyes, hoping I misheard him. “Only good girls get to cum. This was a punishment.” I did not mishear him. Frustration floods my core. My pussy aches, throbbing with frustration. Desperation. I don’t think I’ve ever been brought so close to the edge before. My frustration must be palpable because Dante vaguely reassures me. “If you’re a good girl today, I might reward you later.”

It was forceful… but deep inside, I knew I didn’t fight it the way I should have. "Forbidden love is like a poisoned apple… its beauty tempts you, its taste destroys you, but you still bite it until your last breath."

She read the words one after the other; as her finger touched a part of the words, a secret hole opened, revealing a large book. Chloe was standing behind her, curious of what's happening She carried it, blow on it as the book was covered in dust. Chloe handed her a cloth and dusted it with it. The first thing her eye catches was the words on the front cover, "Forbidden" She read slowly.

I enclosed on her and wrapped my arms around her waist pressing her back on my hard body. I kissed her neck and she moaned but when her back fully rested on me and my huge hard-on pressed on her ass she immediately jolt up and stepped away from me like someone who just woke up from a dream. "Kane I'm dead serious this time, leave this room because if I return and still see you here I'm calling Passion guards immediately and you don't want to be forever banned from Passion for breaking one of their rules do you?" she asked but didn't wait for any reply as she went inside the room bathroom to shower. Actually, I know how serious the matter will be once she calls on the Passion guard. Breaking

The truth hung between them like smoke. He should have said ‘yes.’ Or better still, he should have stood, stepped away, closed the doors, locked his heart. Instead, he found himself asking quietly: “Do you want to?” Silence. Then she shook her head. “No.” He had never been so close to sin. It wasn’t lust alone, it was tenderness, longing, a hunger that felt almost holy. The forbidden kind of fervor that saints wrote about in secret diaries and burned before anyone could read.

They continued to kiss, and stepping together until his back was against the wall. He slipped his hand into her T-shirt and suddenly stopped. “Lisa?” She looked at him with a confused expression. She knew that this wasn’t the time for any of this. Hadn’t they already messed up enough? And now their lives were on the line if her mother was to be believed. Why then she felt the urge to kiss him? “Lisa, I can explain. What you are feeling now is a lust for mating that I have been fighting since I first saw you. "

She was trembling, gasping—but still she moaned, still she pushed her hips back against him, already aching for another. “Please,” she whispered. “I want it—I want you.” Lucifer groaned, deep and low, as he pulled almost all the way out—just the tip resting against her soaked entrance—before slamming back in with unholy precision. The cry she let out was obscene. “Good girl,” he murmured, voice like velvet dragging over sin. “Let your God hear how you beg for the Devil’s cock.” Sister Eliana moaned louder, the words hitting her like a second climax. Her rosary beads, still wrapped around her wrist, clinked against the altar each time he thrust into her—loud, wet, relentless.

She sat beside him, with her legs folded on the bed like a monk. “I didn’t see you in like a week, and neither did you call because you were busy… Now we finally get to meet, what do you do? You reject me… What’s the point of all this, if my boyfriend won’t make love to me?!” She angrily said, gesturing at the hotel room. “Love, forgive me. I’m not rejecting you.” “Then, what is this?!” Amy ran her fingers through her hair to conceal her shaky fingers. “I’m just not in the right state of mind.” Bryan explained.