Heat Of Passion Elle Kennedy の小説・ストーリー

Rome’s fingertips brushed lightly against her arm, the feel of his soft warm breath against her forehead reminding her that she didn’t have to think about Henry or Parker or anyone else at the moment. Ella shifted so that she was on her side. He turned as well and found her lips with his, his tongue darting against hers as one hand tugged up her T-shirt so that he could better access her skin. As the kiss intensified, so did his roaming hands until her shirt was off and his mouth was moving lower and lower down her body. Thoughts of Juliet and her problems all faded away as Rome carried Ella away to another place, one where they were the only ones that existed, where their love was a passion

In Country M, at Avril International Hotel. "Keane, if you mess with my things again, I will kill you!" Elly's temper flared up. She was so angry that her chest hurt. Why was this bastard so childish? "Are you willing to kill me? If you kill me, you’ll be a widow." Keane started being haughty because of her love and indulgence as he jumped onto the sofa. "That's a gift for Sum!" Elly was angry that Keane opened it without telling her and even showed them off.

She was getting hot and hotter by the second and was certain she could wet her panties anytime soon. Her thinking faculty went totally blank when he drew her closer and settled his lips on hers. It was like a dream come true. And if she was thinking it would be tentative, she was utterly wrong. It was fierce and demanding. As if finally claiming what you've been deprived of for a very long time.

His large, calloused hands came down to rest on her shoulders, his thumbs smoothing over the tailored wool with a heavy, possessive friction. "The limousine is in the subterranean bay," Killian murmured, his deep baritone a low, grounding vibration against her spine. He leaned down, his lips brushing the sensitive skin beneath her ear, his scent of cedar and expensive tobacco enveloping her completely. "The press corps has been packed into the central auditorium at the exchange. You stand to his right. You smile when the cameras flash. You play the part of the devoted, supportive wife who believes her husband has just conquered the apex fund." Elena looked at their joined reflection, her bre

"Let the dead bury the dead, Elena. For the next eighty-two days, the only thing that matters is this." He kissed her, and it was a slow, agonizing burn. It wasn't the frantic claim of the elevator or the desperation of the penthouse. This was a deliberate surrender. Elena’s fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, her mind screaming a warning that her body ignored. In the quiet of her father’s sickroom, the "Forbidden" fire finally consumed the last of her pride. Killian pulled away, his breathing ragged. He looked at her with a raw, jagged intensity that made her knees weak.

Back then, she had loved me so completely that I had mistaken her devotion for permanence. Now another man was standing where I should have been. The realization burned. My grip on the phone tightened even more dangerously when Killian leaned in for a second kiss immediately after the first chaste one against her forehead. A dark fury exploded through me. I silently, desperately willed Elara to deflect. To pull away. To show even a single micro-flash of disgust. A hesitation. A flinch. Anything. Anything at all. But Elara stayed still, staring up into Killian’s face like he was the sun in her sky.

I can feel the mating bond getting stronger, so is my heat. I picked up my leather jacket and I went down stairs. When I came down Kieran was already back in control, I met his eyes but they were cold. I walked to him. “I am ready,” I said to him. He looked at watch, “ Why don't we do this later, some things came up,” “What,” I asked. He turned around to leave, without waiting for my response. “ Okay,” You didn't give me a better explanation why you changed plans!. I wanted to scream, but I swallowed to push back the tears that threatened to fall, Stupid Elle thought he felt the same way, he still sees us as his little sister.

Mara POV I know how Passion works, as long as one meets their standards both in looks and in wealth and is interested to join, they will give the person access, and... I looked at Kane's face and saw him looking around in awe and desire making me gulp. I have been with Kane long enough to know things about him and that's why I wasn't liking this idea of bringing him to Passion but I know if I reject the idea too much he will look for another alternative, he is rich enough to do that, and once I manage to step foot here he will automatically be given access as long as he asked for it, why? Because the guy is so hot and irresistible that it's mouth-watering to any girl. For me to crave him so

I never expected that I would love all of this, and from one bottle to many, we laughed, we sang, and we drank together. Oh, my G! "Why do I feel so hot? I think I'm a little bit horny." When I look at the stranger, he is definitely handsome and fuckable. How I wish to get him, His face, his body, and his appearance were so hot and fuckable. I am so horny, I cannot carry it, even when he speaks. He's manly voice really can seduce. " Is it a side effect of drinking so much? Oh no!!!!"

It is hard to keep from falling in love now that the English are here. She had taken me seriously when I told her that I did not require any blandishments, and I warmed to the thought that she might suggest that I had awakened her reflection. I felt that dreadful twinge once more. "You like the English?" "Yes." "Why?" She sighed, "They are very bons garçons, clean, and fine men, and they also have sentiment—Yes, it is difficult not to feel." "What do you do when you experience passionate feelings at that point, Suzette?"