Kisses And Hugs In Italian นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her fingers tangled in his shirt, pulling him closer and raising herself on her toes to meet him halfway. “Posso io?” Her scent, vanilla and a mix of something flowery enveloped his senses as he demanded for her words again. Translation (May I?) “Sì, Marco. Baciami subito.” Translation (Yes, Marco. Kiss me already.) Then his lips claimed hers. Slow and tentatively at first, his lips brushed against hers, tasting her cautiously but reverently. The world melted away in that moment. The war, the danger, the questions, all fading beneath the intensity of Marco's kiss.

I say and hug him, my good cheek resting on his chest. "I love you Vinny," he says and kisses my head. "I love you too mi amore. But you have made my ass very sore," I say and he laughs. "I'm sorry, I'll be gentler tonight." Translations: Attaccati a sto cazzo- cling to your own cock (leave me alone) Prendila in culo da un ciuccio imbizzarrito- take it up the ass by a runaway donkey

He leaned into my ear to say the last part in his low and husky morning voice. A man's morning voice was definitely the sexiest thing I had ever heard and it made my cheeks burn as my heart did a cartwheel. "You also know Italian? " "Yes Bellissima is Italian for beautiful" "Can you teach me please... " "What do you want to know doll? " "Um... Basic greetings" "Okay Morning is buongiorno Sunshine is Luce del sole" "What does my stud muffin mean? " He stayed silent and I looked at his face to see a smirk dancing at his lips

He said as he gave me a hug with his arms going down my back just a little over my ass making me get goosebumps as I felt his breath on my neck. (Damn) Le cose che sto pensando di farti in questo momento.” He said in my ear making me shiver. (The thing I’m thinking about doing to you right now.) I need to learn Italian asap. Letting me go I finally saw some white roses in his hands. “These are for you baby.” He said giving them to me. I took them saying thank you before walking into the kitchen and putting them in a vase and added water. Walking back into the living he took my hand walking out.

Feeling his large warm palm planted possessively on her posterior, she blushed into her hairline, uttering a helpless little gasp. “Mmmm,” the little man beamed a delighted smile, then took her proffered hand. Rather than shake it, he bent over it and pressed a lingering kiss against her fingers. “Finalmente la mia disperazione si è sollevata! Mi porti una bella donna!” “Gerardo, you little sneak-weenie,” Duke growled immediately. “I may not speak Italian, but I know good and damn well what ‘bella donna’ means. Get your smooth-talking lips off my woman.”

His touch lingered, thumb stroking across my knuckles in a way that made my skin prickle with unease. "Your reputation precedes you, Miss Monroe." His accent was thick, Tuscan Italian wrapped around English words. "Giovanni speaks of you like you are the second coming of Caravaggio himself." Then he lifted my hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to my knuckles, his mouth warm and slightly damp. I resisted the urge to pull away. This was normal in Italy, I reminded myself. Cheek kisses, hand kisses, touches that would seem invasive in America were just cultural differences here.

“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 was thankful that I didn't belong to the Mafia family. I moved towards the door when a pair of hands grabbed me and turned my face towards the giant structure. "Jay, let me go." I showed an angry face to him. I was already tired due to yesterday's love making. He never got bored of me. "Un bacio per favore" (One kiss please). I was shocked hearing the Italian words from him. Who had taught him I was wondering when he took the advantage of my absent mind and pecked my lips.

“And you just go ahead and let it out, sweetie. We’ll cry with you if you want.” “Too late,” I announced, dabbing at my wet eyes. “I already am.” Then I dove in to hug Isobel from the front while Camille kept hugging her from behind. Backing away as if we had the plague, Gabby offered us two thumbs up. “You got this,” she said, avoiding anything that resembled huggable contact. “Oh, don’t even think about getting out of this,” Camille growled, lunging to catch Gabby’s arm before she jerked her in to join the group hug.

Tommy asked convincingly. “Yes baby it’s fine.” Mirabel relied cheerfully as she twirled her fingers inside his beards playfully. “Okay baby, I love you.” Tommy said happily as he reached for hair and moved them away from eyelids slowly. “I love you more baby, see you on Sunday.” Mirabel said as she moved close to Tommy and gave him a much intense and longer kiss. “I'll get going now, thanks for the ride,” Mirabel said as she opened the car door and alighted, “muah!” She blew him a kiss as she alighted and started heading inside and he zoomed off immediately.