His Unveiled Passion Novels & Stories

, she whispered as vow-repungnance hit her, she grabbed the basin to stand herself firmly. " It felt vulnerable Hayden!, so weak, Is this what called longing in passion? In which you've left with nothing but only helplessness!, a deep well of deprivation, which kill your soul from time to time...", Letting her tired shoulders down in defeat, her tears kept cascading down, and her lips felt the taste of pure bitterness. "When did I become so weak ?, from when did apart from you, I'd approved of someone to touch me; trapped me in devil palms, allowing him to let his desires ruin me the way he wants".

“Don Santoro. That’s his name. Well, at least that’s what they say. Since then, opponents started to dread him. They tried to bite back, but besides being fast, he was focused. Nobody caused that kind of damage. It seemed like he had so much, so much hate inside his chest that it turned into brutal strength. Over time, he became an attraction. A spectacle. Everyone in this fucking underground world wanted to see him fight and chew up his opponents. The chains and the muzzle… people love the idea of a brutal man, a caged beast, about to be unleashed and cause carnage.” As Marlon talks, I can’t take my eyes off the ring. Don. It’s as if the aura around him is pure hatred. Like he really is a t

As if he knew I was looking at him, he raised his head up and my stomach erupted with butterflies when his eyes made contact with mine. It was officially confirmed. I was doomed. How tragic that my first love was a vampire. I cleared my throat and forced myself to move forward. With shaky legs, I eventually made my way to the seat, proud of myself for doing so without falling on my face. “Good morning.” I said as I sat beside him. He flashed me a grin, one so lethal it could have stopped my heart. “The morning is indeed good.” I felt the blush creeping on my skin, making me feel hot in the cold winter.

I melt away in his arms. He kisses me with a passion I've never felt before, and I moan into his mouth, lost in the moment until I sense him kicking open a door. I realize we're in a room. He continues the kiss as I wrap my leg around him, pulling him closer, his erection pressing into me. He pins my arms with one hand while his other hand traces my curves, his mouth never leaving mine.

Brandon swallowed hard, I didn't want to get my hopes up but she preciated so determined to save my position at the company that her interest seemed beyond professional. She looked at me, she had all the passion in her eyes that my life seemed to need. Vanessa decided to say goodbye to me. For a moment I thought she had noticed my thoughts. I shook my head, not understanding what was going on with me. “Wait for me” I said as I watched her go. “I'll take the elevator too.” She swallowed dryly, nodding. She didn't look very comfortable, after all, not only had I seen her naked body, but I had also been on it.

Released from suspense, she deeply exhaled and turned around. There he stood naked and hard in front of the closed door, having tricked her. She gasped, her hand fluttering up to her parted lips. His eyes were filled with the old lust she remembered so well, and they seemed lighter than they usually were. He strode swiftly to her and pulled her up by the backs of her thighs as he shoved her against the horrible wallpaper and enveloped her mouth with his own. It was the roughest, most passionate kiss of her life.

He pulled me in close, pressing himself up against me again. I gasped and he laughed. A moment later one of his hands reached for a breast, rough with the nipple as he pushed my legs open with the other. He shoved two fingers between my lips, stroking past my clit with his palm as he did, but I still had to fight not to show the pain it caused. “At least try and enjoy this, Courtesan,” he said, finding me far from wet. “Sorry,” I replied instantly. “I’m not used to such quick desire. This is only my first official day as an unveiled.”

he whispered, his voice low and husky. I looked up into his dark eyes — so full of something I hadn’t dared hope for before: tenderness, desire, and an unspoken promise. Without thinking, I leaned in, letting my lips brush his. It was soft and questioning, a question we both wanted the answer to. Travis responded immediately, his hand sliding to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. His lips moved against mine with a slow, deliberate passion that made my breath catch. The world outside ceased to exist — it was just us, and the firelight flickering across his face, and the gentle rhythm of our hearts.

Maybe it was always about rainbows, which connected not only the two parts of the town, but also the hearts of people. And two lovers could not tear themselves away from each other. They couldn't let go of each other's hands. Greed, that's what was between them. And that greed turned into passion, which Celeste ignited every time they were alone. On that day, which occupied a special place in Adelard's memory, Celeste, holding the flame of fire in her heart quickened time, and when the sun had disappeared, she opened a whole new world to him.

One of his strong hands had gripped her waist, while the other had tangled in her hair, holding her in place as their passion escalated. "More…" Evelyn whispered in her mind, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions and desire coursing through her. Her eyes had roamed over his ruggedly handsome face, and her fingers had traced the contours of his body—down his strong jaw, across his broad chest, and lower still. "Help me…" she had whispered, her voice thick with need. What had followed after was a night of uncontrollable passion, one that Evelyn could barely believe had happened. Now, as she stood in the aftermath, the weight of reality crashed down on her. She had just given herself to a man sh