Kisses And Hugs In Italian Novels & Stories

I bite my lip to hide the smile threatening to spill out "I didn't" "You are not a good liar, tesorina. Come here" he pulls my head down to his, crushing his mouth to mine. I moan as his tongue sweeps inside my mouth, my body ready for round two. Dante kisses me like our lives depend on it then he pulls back, looks me straight in the eyes, and says "I love you. Sono innamorato di te, Emiliana Vernetti. Don't ever doubt that" ******************************************

He closes the distance between us again, just keeping his arms around me. “What am I going to do with you?” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Sei da togliere il fiato.” (You’re enough to take my breath away.) I don’t understand a word, but he’s looking at me like he hasn’t seen me in a long time. He presses a kiss to my lips. “Sei assolutamente mozzafiato…” (You’re absolutely breathtaking.) His eyes are hazy, his voice husky, and the way he’s saying the foreign words is like it’s something he can’t deny even if he wanted to.

My head lolled back, a moan escaping my lips. "Cazzo, micio. Anche la tua figa sa di fragole." (F*ck, kitty. Even your p*ssy tastes like strawberries) I understood the gist of the statement given the mention of 'p*ssy' and 'strawberries'. The dirty Italian pushed all reservations to the wayside. Bracing one hand on the couch, I slid the other into his hair. I ran my blunt nails across his scalp and felt a shudder ghost down his back.

"Then why is your heart pounding like this when I touch you, Rose?" He leans down, letting his nose brush against the sensitive skin of my neck. He inhales my scent deeply, as if I were the oxygen he needs to survive. His warm lips then move, placing soft kisses along my jawline to the corner of my mouth. A primitive, chest-tightening passion suddenly explodes. Here I am, newly heartbroken, yet feeling an intense thirst for the touch of this stranger. "Xavier..." I murmur unconsciously. Hearing his name, he no longer holds back. He captures my lips in a deep, demanding kiss. This isn't a gentle kiss; it's the claim of an Alpha. His large hands creep to my waist, pulling my body until I'm sea

Dad stood beside her, hands in his pockets, looking like a man who’d already had his morning espresso and a side of disappointment. “Remember,” Mom started, doing that thing where she spoke half in Italian, half in English, like she was trying to give me a bilingual scolding. “In Italy, you must behave. No late nights, no partying…no man should come into your life…don’t be reckless” I squinted at her. “English, Mom. I’m not done learning Italian. I still think baci means pasta.” Her eyes widened. “It means kisses! My God!, Alessia, you…”

I'm shaking, and squirting all over. He smirks and kisses my lips passionately. That was outstanding. "Ti amo con tutto il mio cuore." I love you with all my heart. He says, and I smile, impressed. "Hai imparato l'italiano per me?" Have you been learning Italian for me? He looks lost, and I ask him in English. "Yes, because I know it's a language you spoke as a child, and miss speaking it," he says, and I hug him tighter.

(oh my fucking goodness, my prayers have been answered) one of them said. "Oh sì tesoro, le tue preghiere sono state esaudite. Perché sta per scendere" (Oh yeah Honey, your prayers have been answered. Because it's about to go down.) Oneposso abbracciarla?" (Please Sir, Can I hug you?) She asked. I smiled. "Let's get you guys free first, you are going to get every hug you need. Just tell me what I need to know first." I replied with a smile.

If one of the partners is forced off and he or she seeks revenge, a rite of passage known as the kiss of vengeance must be held. The kiss of vengeance acts as a guilt trigger. Every layer of memory that could have been hidden or forgotten comes back to haunt you, and you find yourself regretting ever leaving. These memories haunt him till he kills himself or leaves the throne. But a strong Alpha would need one on the lips or ten on the hand to bring him down. With Jake giving me one, I knew he would be able to remember the days so faintly after I left. The probability of getting ten kisses on my hand was low, but getting him to suffer and wither till I could get the final kiss would make it

She laughed and left a longer kiss on the left corner of my mouth. — Ti amo, Carina. — Veronica whispered in Italian. Finally, my mouth met hers.

She stared at his eye, then his perfect pointed nose, then her eyes moved to his lips and she licked hers unconsciously and whispered in Italian ‘ Possa dio salvare la mia anima [May god save my soul]’. She closed her eyes as moved closer to kiss his lips.