Livre Histoire D Amour Novels & Stories

He asked, as I took his tie off and threw it somewhere in the room. I pulled him into another kiss and pushed him against the nearby wall. He moaned again but grabbed my arm, forcing himself to pull away. "I don't want to hurt you." “You’re not going to hurt me. I need you.” “Fuck! Sweetheart!” He held me tighter. “I want you like never before. I missed you close to me.” “So, you’re….” I cut him, slamming my lips against his. Suddenly I heard the large noise of glass breaking. I pulled away from the kiss. Manik had shoved everything off the table. I glanced at the files shattered on the floor along with the broken pieces of wine bottle and glasses there.

and "In His Arms." It's a section on romance. It's the only section with books in hues of sultry reds and blushing pinks. I reach for 'In His Arms' and pull it out enough to see the cover. Longing twists my insides at the vision of a shapely man holding a brunette in his loving arms, as the title suggests. They're naked. Their flushed bodies were wrapped haphazardly in a white satin sheet. "Are you looking for anything in particular?" Kade calls from across the library.

And I’ll be glad to offer it. The pages are off white that have gotten darker due to age. They looked almost brown now. The writing wasn’t in English, which was expected. I opened it to the first page. It was blank. Or at least, that is what I first thought. Then I saw the signature scribbled at the bottom of the page with two simple words. ‘Your love.’ Daciana called this a history book? It seems more like romance to me than anything. I haven’t opened the inside to see the contents. But it didn’t make sense that anyone would give their lover a history book. That just seems sadistic in my opinion.

The fabric stuck to my heavy tits and wide hips. He looked up. Eyes went straight to my chest. “Sister Claire…” “Keep working,” I said. I stepped closer until I was right in front of him. The habit shifted. One soft tit almost slipped free. His mop stopped moving. His breathing didn’t. “You’re staring,” I said. “Sorry.” “Don’t be.” I let the silence stretch. Let him feel every second of it. “Look at me, Daniel.” He did. Eyes dragging up slow, like he was scared of what would happen if he moved too fast. Like I was something he wasn’t allowed to touch and wanted anyway.

“Are you going to run off? If you come back I can promise you everything. I can give you sex and anything your heart desires.” He couldn’t give her everything. There was a reason she read so many romance novels, and it wasn’t because it was what women did. She read them out of yearning. The books were her one way of getting a happy ending. In life she had come to learn it doesn’t always have a happy ending. “I’ll come back,” she said. The sex between them was brilliant. She never wanted the lust to end. Christal wondered how long the brilliant sex would last without love. She’d seen many couples within her pack mate, then regret their decisions afterward.

I hаd mу fingеrѕ in my fiancee’s рuѕѕу during the еntirе ѕtоrу. I couldn't just help myself. By the time she was done telling her story, my dick was throbbing painfully, and I swear her pussy had gotten wetter. My fingers were covered in her arousal. Damn, those two lesbians had turned my fiancee into a horny dog in heat and banged her in a fucking public toilet at a club, and she fucking loved it. I could tell from the excitement swimming in her eyes.

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

The quietness in the library amplified the tension– the rustle of pages from nearby tables, the distant hum of the AC, my own pulse thundering in my ears. “It’s complicated.” He finally said after a short silence. He leaned in further, making my breast push further against him, “You have been thinking about me too,” He whispered against my ears. “You can’t hide it. I can feel it. You want me. You have wanted me since that night.” “I…” My words caught in my throat, weak and useless. “Don’t lie to me, Yas,” he caught me off, his voice turning darker, dripping with intent. My knees went weak at the tone.

Her voice was sharp, and she clearly didn't appreciate being spoken to like that. Eryx rolled his eyes, his annoyance palpable. He wasn’t in the mood for this argument and certainly didn’t have the energy to entertain her anymore. “And tell me one reason why you want to marry me," he snapped. "There are plenty of men out there who are more handsome than I am. Why me?” Amy didn't hesitate. “Because I love you,” she said, her words quick and direct. Eryx let out a harsh laugh, disbelief dripping from his tone. “Fuck your love,” he scoffed. “If you really loved me, you wouldn’t be out there fucking around.”

With our daughters by our side, witnessing this love and growing within it, I know we are building a legacy of affection, respect and complicity. As I look to the horizon, I see a future full of promise and possibility. Each chapter of our history is a page that we will continue to write, with love and happiness as the guiding threads. Life's journey can be challenging, but with you by my side, Ricardo, I know it's a journey worth taking. So, as we hold each other's hands and look to the future with smiles full of love and happiness, I feel a deep gratitude for every moment we shared. Our story is a love song that echoes through time, a melody that will never fail to move us.