Kisses And Hugs In Italian Novels & Stories

I was about to thrust forward when the door was slammed against the wall. “Che cazzo, Mattias!” (Italian for “What the fūck, Mattias!”) Lorenzo hissed from the door, forcing me to roll my eyes as I leaned my forehead against Isadora’s. “You’ll have enough time to fūck her, but right now we have bigger issues. Get the fūck up and stop thinking with your dīck.” He added, before walking off. “Prometto che finiremo questa principessa.” (Italian for “I promise we will finish this, princess.”) I murmured against her soft lips before pressing my lips to hers.

"Don't scare the poor girl. It's her first day. Save that for tomorrow." Silas chuckles, lifting his hands in surrender. She places the hot pan on the counter and wipes her hands on her apron before walking over. I expect a handshake at most but she surprises me by pulling me straight into a tight hug and pressing a kiss to my cheek. The affection stuns me, my body going stiff from the unfamiliarity. "Sorry, dear," she says, releasing me with a smile. "What can I say? That's how us Italians greet each other."

The deep masculine voice says from the call end. "Hello Pablo." He says with a slight grin on his face. *NOTE: The Italian language would be interpreted into English, in brackets.* "I received your offer and Lo adoro (I love it)." William smiles, "I'm glad you do, so do we have a deal?" "Of course we do. Considerami il tuo compagno di vita (Consider me your life partner.) William chuckles, "Thank you Pablo. Tu fai la tua parte e io farò la mia.(You just do your part, and I’ll do mine.)"

Pulling Angel’s knees up. Tony’s hands smoothed over Angel’s hips, again. Slow and reverent. Then he kissed them. His knees. But his eyes have gone dark. Full of desire. HIs silver eyes brewed a storm. Their eyes met. As if searching for something. Not moving yet. “Ti desidero (I desire you).” His eyes say the same. “Voglio sentirti dentro (I want to feel you inside).” His eyes are truthful. “Ti prego, di di si (I beg you, say yes).”

I gulped down the remaining contents of my drink before placing it on the side table. I wrapped a hand around her throat, bringing her lips to mine. In my mind, I only had to do one thing to get in the mood. Imagine that her lips were Isadora’s. And that got me more than ready to fūck and fūck hard as usual. I didn’t typically do kissing, but imagining my angel’s lips would be more than enough to have my balls twitching. “Allora non dire che non sono un buon padrone di casa.” (Italian for “Then don’t say I’m not a good host.”) Francisco shouted after me when I pulled whatever her name was out of the living room.

He added, now Pietro looks furious. WORD TRANSLATION < > Ginger e spezie < >Ginger and spice < >Ciliegia e Vino < >Cherry and wine < >Grazie Mille < Thank you very much < >Amico < >Friend L

Amico -Friend Grazie- Thank you Fiore de Venezia- Flower of Venice Calcio della pistola- Butt of the gun

I even slowed down and was now walking a few steps behind my father and Emiliano. “Salvatore,” she said, her smooth voice sensual and warm as she hugged my father, leaning in to kiss his left cheek lightly and then moving her lips to the right cheek. A very popular and traditional Italian greeting. My father, in turn, brushed his lips on her, and a tight knot formed in my stomach while my chest all of a sudden felt tight. She moved to greet Capo, shaking his hand firmly and telling him it was nice to see him again. She was so flawless, and her smile never faltered throughout, proving how much she was now used to this facade.

As much as I am his. “Tu sei il mio italiano!” “You are my Italian!” “And you are my Alessa, you will be my wife as soon as you feel any weakness,” I start laughing, and we give in to a kiss full of desire. “Shall we go for lunch?”

We went on to our table for the reception. “You can’t keep ignoring me Luna.” I ignored his remarks. I was so focused on Chiara’s words that I didn’t notice that the food was already served. I wasn’t in the mood to eat anything. Primo noticed but he didn’t say anything. He did however tell the staff to put something on my plate. After the meal, it was time to dance. But before we could reach the dance floor, people started chanting “Bacio, bacio” which means kiss in Italian. Primo kissed me again and the butterflies were back. We were on the dance floor and the music started playing. I felt dizzy all of a sudden but I held on to Primo to keep me from falling.