Italian Love Stories Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes and screamed his name for the whole of Manhattan to hear. I climaxed again and soon felt his semen flooding inside of me. His contents filled me up with warmth. He took his lips off of my neck, I could now feel his cum dripping out of me slowly. He touched my cheek as I reopened my eyes, he smiled slightly as he touched my lips with his thumb. “Ti amo, Cuore mio (I love you, my heart)!” He whispered, pecking my forehead lovingly. I smiled with contentment, up at him. “I love you too, Tesoro mio (My treasure).” I mustered as much Italian as I could, making him smile brightly at me.

Again their thirsty lips met and for a long time there was no more conversation between them, until Jonathan, albeit reluctantly, pushed her away a little. "My love... if I keep kissing you like that, I'll forget I'm in the office and I'll end up losing control." It's better not to be anywhere near you... He rose gently and went to sit away from her. — We have to talk, I want to explain certain things to you and the first of them is about Gloria. I fell in love with her a long time ago, when I was in London, but it was just a passing illusion, just physical attraction... I knew that when I started to love you. Then Gloria came back and wanted to get back together. The more I resisted and tol

That she would fight. But she hadn’t. And now, she had done it again. The soft chime of the café door closing behind her felt like a gunshot, shattering the last illusion I had clung to. She still loved me. I saw it in her eyes, in the way her breath caught when she looked at me, in the way her fingers had trembled when she touched me. But love wasn’t enough. Not in her world. Not when the man she was bound to was Damien Laurent.

I will make her regret why she was even born. Flashback….. When I was with maria. Marco came and called me to my office. He was happy that finally he had a girl on whom he had his eyes for months. When he first saw her she was beautiful. Most importantly her eyes held him captive at that moment he knew he wanted her. And he gets what he wants. He didn't care whether she liked me or not. She is mine. When they reached his office. Marco gave him a file. Marco: finally we have found the location and address of that bastard!

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she asked exasperatedly as she begrudgingly walked back to her bed and started opening the scrolls of love again. She sighed and choose one of the brightest scrolls in front of her. She figured that the brighter the scrolls were, the greater the love shared. The scrolls of love contain stories. Stories of the matches, pairings, her mother, and all the former goddesses of the moon had made. The scrolls record everything the match had to undergo for their love, how they met and how they ended. Some of them end up happily but the ones with the greatest love shared mostly end up tragically.

I asked him, he grinned ear to ear, "It's mean 'love' in Italian word," he kissed back of Maria's hand, "Are you from Italy?" I asked getting completely confused because he doesn't look like Italian, "Oh, No," he said while shaking his head, " I had learned different languages at college, so when I got learn about this, from that day onwards I started calling her Amore, first she got confused and also get mad thinking that I am cursing her in a different language but when she knows what's it's mean, she became all flushed and guilty " Harry laugh wholeheartedly, Maria turns fully red,

Star of the Diamond Kkangpae". Aside from that, she will sleep with me for one night." He understood the true motivations of these women who sought to compete. Their primary objective was not to join the ranks of the Diamond Kkhangpae, but rather to have the opportunity to share with him in bed. Every woman within the organization aspired to catch his attention, but it was no simple feat. He possessed discerning tastes when it came to selecting partners and did not easily commit. From what he could recall, he had engaged in sexual relations with only three women throughout his entire 33 years of existence. These encounters were devoid of emotional attachment, purely driven by physical desire

Elio’s body covering mine with my legs wrapped around his waist as he moved inside me, drawing out every sensation until I was sobbing with need. “Ti amo, Aleta. Ti amo così tanto.” “You said you loved me.” My voice barely whispers. “In Italy. You told me you loved me so much.” Elio’s expression grows tender. “I did. I do. More than my own life.” “But something about the memory feels…wrong. Like we were hiding from more than just my brother.” “We were hiding from everyone.” He sits beside me on the silk sheets, and the mattress dips under his weight. “Our families’ feud made our love dangerous. Every moment together was stolen.”

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER SIXTEEN THE AFFAIR THAT WASN’T “The most dangerous betrayal is the one people expect you to commit.” The rumors hit first. Like whispers with knives in their teeth, they came slithering in through back alleys and encrypted messages, always the same shape: Emilia Romano has been seen with Jace Vitale. She kissed him before the war began. She leaked the route to protect him, not her cousin. She was always his.