Heat Of Passion Elle Kennedy Novels & Stories

The more I struggled to break free from the hot, passionate kiss, the better he kissed me, while holding me tighter to himself. I could feel him telling me how much he loved me from the way he kissed me! From the way his tongue fought with mine! I could literally feel how he truly felt about me from the way he held me, his hot breath fanning my face, my neck! Kissing me as if his life depended on it. As if, I was about to disappear out of his sight! But, the haunting memories from my past have caged me in my darkness! I can't love, or rather I have trained my cold heart not to love anyone!. Knowing this, I stopped struggling with him, and let him kiss me to his heart content. After some seco

So she framed his face in her hands and kissed him, wrapping her legs tighter around his waist. He began to move, pressing deeper into her, filling all the empty places with his slow, inexorable rhythm. This was more, so much more than what they'd been before. The sweetness of it buoyed her, sweeping her up in a tide of pleasure that left no room for thought, no room for anything but him. "Look at me," he ordered. Kennedy forced her eyes open, blinked past the blindness of passion to look into his eyes. The fierce tenderness there rocked her.

★ Meanwhile, Kelvin stepped out of the hotel building with Tony and Ella beside him. Ella wore a pink chiffon dress paired with brown shoes. She was holding Kelvin's hand like she was his girlfriend. "How did it go? Did you complete the deal and get the girl like I asked you?" Tony asked coldly, and Kelvin nodded. "Yes, boss. I did as you asked." "Good. I already booked your flight ticket to leave the country for now, until the storm calms down. I am sure the money will be more than enough to set you up," Tony said firmly.

Adrian was deepening the kiss with desperate intensity, pouring into it all the fires of longing and jealousy that had ignited in his chest upon seeing her below in the company of another man. Yet, amidst this blind rush, Eileen’s hot breath began to fan across his face in an unnatural way. Adrian felt a severe heat radiating from her lips, and when his hand instinctively extended to grip her waist and hold her firmly against the door, the burning temperature of her body pierced through the fabric of her clothes to reach his palm. Her heartbeat was fast and weak, and her trapped body trembled in his hands like a bird drawing its final breath.

With a deep breath, I forced a smile, “Guilty Passion.” “What?” “You wouldn’t understand.” I mumbled, lowering my head. “Exactly. When you can’t then how can I? Let me ask you: Do you love my Brother or not?” With a gulp and lowered gaze, I replied, “No. It’s not love.” I looked up at her with a feeble smile, “It’s a guilty passion. Something we don’t want but couldn’t resist.” “Stop talking shit.” She scoffed and stood up. “You didn’t listen to me. Consummate your bond. Freaking Pregnant, want to keep the child. Changing Brother and inviting a calamity. Welldone, Avery! Well done!”

Nick Cooed her. "Ehm Ehm" someone faked cough as a gesture to make there presence known. She reached for her dupatta which was on bed inside the room. "Umm hi Shoaib bro" She said in her heavy voice and her eyes casted to floor. Anyone could easily say she was nervous. "Hi" He turned to Nick, "Nick mother is calling you downstairs. Go now" Nick nodded and headed to downstairs. Rose on noticing that she'll be alone with Shoaib immediately tried to followed Nick and when she walk past Shoaib, he abruptly grabbed her elbow and whiffed in her fragnance to intimidate her. Rose forcefully

"You like her." "I agreed to marry Elise next year, you have nothing to worry about," Isaiah assures him coldly. I grit my teeth, irritated. Does Kit seriously think it's okay to tell his son who he can love? I silently add it to the list of everything else I hate about him. And by the sounds of it, Isaiah may have the same list. "I hope not. We need a Passion Pack bred woman to rule, not some mutt from the Love Pack," Kit sighs. My eyes widen. So that's what he thinks of Kenna? "Even if her father is powerful."

"Well, perhaps next time. By the way, my name is Kennedy. With a nod, she turned to leave. Andrea heard the entire conversation from inside the room. She had never witnessed Kennedy's level of curiosity in anyone else after all these years. Her already poor mood only grew worse. Kennedy was nudged by one of his friends when he returned. Are you certain she doesn't have a boyfriend? "Jeremy was all over her. "But Evelynn is stunning. She's not someone I've ever seen. " They had all encountered many attractive women, but Evelynn stood out. She possessed that special beauty that was both seductive and innocent at the same time. Guys were unable to ignore it. Lisa rolled her eyes as she sat with

Missy pulls back, smiles briefly as she sees the ghostly apparition of the father floating nearby, his eyes blazing red with passion and desire as he watches. The two girls stare briefly at each other, before Missy starts to move her mouth once more to Ellie's. She needs no prompting this time. Their lips crash together as they passionately kiss each other with reckless abandonment. Ellie's hands are working all over Missy's tits once again, while Missy hands are busy holding Ellie's face gently, one on either side, making sure she doesn't escape her mommy's wicked tongue. Missy's tongue swirls into Ellie's mouth exploring deftly and without reservation. Ellie responds by punching her tongue

Yara mumbles. “Few? You have seven pups,” I say, frowning at her. She turns and looks at us. “Oh, did I say that out loud?” she asks chuckling. “Since I said that Kennedy’s pups were a result of your level of passion, Warren has felt the need to remind me just how passionate of a man he is. I don’t mind, but this will make him feel better.” “What will make him feel better?” I ask, not wanting to think about what Warren, Yara, and passion mean when said in the same sentence.