Hacer El Amor En Italiano Novels & Stories

She smiled at him. “Graçias mi Amor, sueña Conmigo ( Sweet dreams) .” He smiled as he kissed her temple and walked to his room. Sia smiled as she turned off the lamp and then drifted to sleep. ~~~~ “Carlotta, Zendaya would be home soon. We can not do this here.” Luciano added. “I don't care about that horrible puta, you call a wife. Luciano, echo de menos tus caricias. (I miss your caresses)” She added walking seductively towards him.

the voice from the other line says, with a heavy Italian accent, similar to Marcellos, "Wait what? Why? I didn't even do anything," "No you didn't brother," she said in a sarcastic tone, "Mi hai messo su? la mia vita è più in pericolo ora idiota." ( You put me up? my life is in more danger now idiot!)

Besides they're so fast, I guess they are desperate to marry get us married. F*ck that word double wedding!

Small and dedicated, the same green eyes, and I bet her lips would be soft too. As I watched her instead of going down to the soil of Italy, I became tempted. Well, I didn't try to hide it, didn't try to stop it especially when I am sure no one would see me. "I miss you, Alita" I whispered, "Just as I hate you". Yes! I hate the woman I love. Bending, I placed my thumb on Amara's lips and caress them. Damn, how delicious it would be if I decide to use it on mine. I lowered my head, felt her warm breath on my face, and groaned.

I finished with that sentence after telling her everything. "Hello!? Did you sleep together? Where's my little angel? I want her back!" Olivia joked. "We slept in the same bed, but nothing happened, you talking like that seems like we did..." I scolded her. "I know that. But hey, kissing isn't all that great. Unless you kiss someone who knows what he's doing. And that's a sign that this Julian guy knew what he was doing." She said and winked at me. "Hey friend, he did know. And how..." I hissed.

"Should I stop calling you that dirty word?" "I like being your bitch," I said as my husband walked toward me. "But if I ever want you to stop, I'll let you know." "Aw, che bella che sei oggi," Dex said, stopping to put his hands on my hips. "Maybe we should have dressed you in one of those sexy poodle-girl costumes." "Too bad that's the only Italian phrase you know." A blush reddened my face as my insides warmed, and a tingle massaged me between my thighs. "And it always makes me so wet." I licked my lips. "You should learn Italian for me."

I took a large gulp of my drink and seized that opportunity to stop staring at the man. But when I set my mug down, I noticed that he was still watching me. “So, signorina, do you think you and I would have sex tonight?” ~~~ NOTE There are some Italian phrases used in this story. To avoid confusion, I will include their translations at the end of the chapter. Please note that G****e Translate was used for this purpose Once again, bear with me concerning editing. Amico -Friend Grazie- Thank you Fiore de Venezia- Flower of Venice

Emma shook her head, almost laughing at herself. “This city is doing strange things to me,” she murmured under her breath. Still, she didn’t move away from the painting. Instead, she studied it more closely, as if trying to understand something deeper—not just about the art, but about herself. Maybe love wasn’t as simple as she once thought. Maybe it wasn’t always clear or easy. Maybe it came with confusion, with questions, with moments that didn’t make sense at all. But maybe… Just maybe… It was still worth it.

Natalia leaned back in her chair, sipping from her champagne. Alessio's eyes twinkled. "Ah, now you're speaking my language. I'm a Ferrari man, myself." "Not one of your own?" Natalia raised a brow. Alessio burst out laughing. "Something that doesn't sit well with my father." Natalia smirked. "Your father sounds like a man of taste." "Are you saying Gretto is better than Ferrari, cara?" The way he called her 'cara' made her skin tingle in a way that was wholly unexpected.

It is not until he stiffens and shoots his seed deep inside me that he notices something is wrong. 'Dai, piccola, di solito non sei così fredda. Sai che posso farti stare davvero bene.' [Come on, baby girl, you are not usually this cold. You know I can make you feel so good.] I don't think he even realises he is talking to me in Italian. The language of love, so they say. This is not love.