Kisses And Hugs In Italian นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he whispered. (The taste of your dream) She whimpered. Her hips lifted. “Dominic… please…” He smiled against her thigh. “‘Please’? (Ancora non hai imparato?”) Please? Haven’t you learned yet? He kissed her inner thigh. Then the other. Then dragged his tongue up the curve of her hip, slow, before stopping just before her cunt. (“Chiedilo in italiano.”) Beg in Italian. She was shaking now. Her voice broke.

she says as she steps closer to him, exchanging a kiss on either side of his cheeks just as she smiles up at him. "I have. Next time I'm in Venice, I'll be sure to visit." He smiles at he just as she nods happily at him. For some reason, I feel a wave of jealousy pass through me, but then I quickly remember that it is a common greeting in Italian culture to exchange a kiss on the cheek, at least from what I've seen. Not only that, but there is something motherly about Donna Mariana. I didn't know women could hold positions of power in the mafia, so she leaves me the most curious out of everyone here.

he said with an easy grin, “how are you finding Italy so far?” Elena glanced at him, a little surprised by his approach. “It’s my first time here,” she admitted quietly. “Same, same,” Marco replied, making her chuckle at how simply he put it. He grinned, clearly encouraged. “I hear Italians usually greet with kisses on both cheeks. Don’t worry” he leaned a little closer, lowering his voice teasingly, “I’ll wait till we’ve known each other for at least twenty-four hours.” Elena shook her head, hiding a smile.

Dante replied, his face still buried in the crook of my neck. I could hear Mariposa and Naomi giggling behind us. It got me smiling. "Dante you left before I could even wake. Don't do that. Didn't you know I'll miss you too much? I feigned anger, pulling out of the hug. Dante gave no reply but lustful stares. "What are you staring at?"I asked with furrowed brows. "Sembri così sexy quando sei arrabbiato" Dante huskily said. "I don't understand Italian" I cockily replied.

she smiled and playfully blew me a kiss. "I know Grazie means thanks, but what's 'sore... sorella'?" I stumbled at the end. "Sister. 'Sorella' means sister, so 'Grazie sorella' means thank you, sister," her voice was calm and soothing as she explained. "Sorella," I smirked and held her hand. She lifted it up and kissed the back. "I have to get going now," she walked with the duvet wrapped around her and disappeared into her closet.

And then, he kissed her. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It wasn’t a loving kiss. It was a kiss filled with anger, with hate, with longing, with all the conflicting emotions that were tearing him apart. It was a kiss that said I hate you and I love you all at once. It was a kiss that said I want to push you away and I want to pull you close. It was a kiss that was messy, and rough, and desperate, and perfect.

he whispered huskily. "I love you, Dominic." she whispered back. Dominic only held her tighter before replying. "Ti amo."

I say as I hand the mug back to him. “Take it, it is a travel mug after all.” He smirks, arching a single brow. “Si, it is indeed. Thank you.” I rise on my tiptoes, and kiss him on the lips, letting our lips linger over eachother a little longer. “I see you have switched your English version of si to Italian?” He smiles at me approvingly. “Si! Sounds sexy, huh?” I wiggle my brows at him.

"Uh, did you enjoy the dinner?" She nodded her head with a sweet smile plastered on her face. "I did. It was great." The relief was evident in his facial expression. "I'm glad." "Thanks for the dinner, though. I totally didn't expect that." "No, it should be me thanking you. Thank you so much for allowing me to have dinner with me, tsvetok." They smiled. "Sei il benvenuto," she said in Italian means ‘You're welcome.' He slowly walked towards her while keeping their gazes locked to each other. He has this small smile on his face while looking at her.

“Hot chocolate at what time?” “Morning.” Zoe had shrugged. “Nonno says mornings in Italy don’t have rules.” I’d rubbed my temple. “Ash.” Zane had leaned in, his face closer to the phone. “You say good morning, kiss Nonna and Nonno? Or did you only kiss chickens and cats?” “I kissed everybody,” Ash had said, proud. “Nonna, Nonno, Uncle Zake, Aunt Zenna, chickens, Pepper…” “Pepper isn’t on the list,” I’d protested.