Novel & Cerita Italian Love Stories

“I love you madly… I’ll say it to you again and again. I realize now I have to say it a few thousand times to redeem myself.” He cupped her cheeks in his warm palms and brushed his mouth across hers. Norah had never felt anything so sweet. There was so much love in that touch. “I love you,” Leone whispered again against her lips. Then, he kissed her again, his mouth as demanding as it had ever been. Norah pulled away. “Again,” she begged him, laughing through the tears hazing her vision. “In Italian…” “‘Ti amo, piccola mia. E ti voglio da impazzire… qui… ora…’ (I love you, baby… And I want you like crazy… here… now)” he complied happily and those Italian words sounded like sweet music to Nor

I kiss him back with everything I have, pouring all my fear and love and determination into it. When we break apart, we're both breathing hard. "Ti amo," he whispers in Italian. I love you. My heart clenches. I don't speak Italian, but I understand those words. I've heard them in movies, read them in books. But hearing them from Luca, raw and honest and terrified, makes them real. "I love you too," I whisper back. His arms tighten around me, and for one moment, I let myself imagine we're anywhere else. A different life where we met differently, where we could just be two people who chose each other without guns and blood and Viktor Russo.

“Let them see. Let them watch how I love you. How I claim what’s mine.” She moaned, and her legs wrapped around me. And then I was inside her. We made love like animals under the moonlight—raw, aching, passionate. I kissed every inch of her, told her I loved her with every thrust, every moan, every breath. “Mine,” I whispered. “You’re mine, Lisa.” “Yes,” she cried out. “I’m yours, Vincent. I love you!” Those words made my soul explode. “I love you too,” I gasped, pounding into her harder. “So much… too much…”

Lucia quickly stood up, her heart racing, ready to welcome him. "Mr. Romano," she greeted with a quick bow as she saw Andrea entering the room. Andrea flashed her a smile, and for some inexplicable reason, Lucia felt her heart flutter. Despite being in his fifties, Andrea possessed a charm that could still captivate any woman. From her research, Lucia knew that he had a son, Luca, before entering college. After high school, Andrea's family arranged for him to marry a business colleague's daughter, and fortunately, they fell deeply in love. Luca was born even before they attended college or got married. However, his wife tragically passed away five years into their marriage. Since then, Andre

"I said no, so no!" "Ah you, I've recovered," Dita said, pursing her lips. "Okay, but if your leg hurts tomorrow, let me know." "Yes, thank you." said Dita happily, unconsciously running and hugging Radya's body. She could hear Radya's heart beating fast as she hugged him. "What's wrong with your heart?" Dita teased. "You're far away," Radya quickly pushed Dita's body gently so that she no longer hugged him. For some reason, being in contact with Dita made his heart race faster, plus his blood rushed. Is that what is called LOVE? ***

How had they even gotten here? It had been the second time they would go on Bianca’s whole entourage of dates, and they had been having an extremely relaxing conversation about whether or not Verona deserved to be crowned as the city of love just because William Shakespeare had made it the setting of Romeo and Juliet when there were many quaint, perfect villages and cities in Italy where people tended to fall in love more.

The reason why he wasn't at her school was that he was hanging out with another person. She told me the story of how he asked her to dance and how she accepted his invitation. In Italian, he referred to her in this manner while he was speaking about his lovely lady. She claimed that she became dizzy as he wrapped his arms around her, and it was at that precise moment that she knew she loved him. She also said that she felt faint when he wrapped his arms around her.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” “You have no idea, darlin’,” he chuckled huskily. “Tell her the rest.” “Ah, sì.” Without looking up, Marco steered through the narrow streets, dodging other traffic. “Il Porcellino fell in love with a beautiful girl during his nightly outings. After that, each night, when he came to Firenze, he would seek her out to court her.” “Did she fall in love with him?” Though Caitlyn asked the question of their driver, her gaze lingered on Duke’s striking profile.

“Why do you not think so mia moglie?” She sighed closing her eyes. “I love it when you say that the way you say it.” He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers and whispered huskily, “How is that, mia moglie?” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Like you are about to make mad passionate love to me.” “Ah, then you are very right,” and with that, he took her lips in a fierce kiss, feeling the rest of his body awaken with desire.

He says dryly to her as he moves towards me, placing an encouraging hand on my waist. “You must be joking”She says laughing out loud manically as she couldn't believe the words Vit just uttered. I guess no one would really believe our relationship if they find out because I'm definitely not the type of woman he dates. His past girlfriends and Mistresses were either models or some greek goddess believe me have done my research and I know just what Vitalo is capable of and the kind of women he dated. Even I won't believe our marriage was a love match and we're polar opposites which is why am thankful for his suggestion of us staying on the island before the baby's delivery so that way I'll be