Love Of Passion Novels & Stories

Why does he want to marry me? Why me? How he knows my all favorite taste I love white and golden, I love mango juice, I love that makeup and dresses, perfumes that I always dream of, even the sandwich I ate was onion-free and full of cheese and mayonnaise just like I always eat in the lunch..... How he knows that???

With his index finger, he pointed to a faded note in perfect cursive. 'A love such as this exists in the deepest confines of each. It takes a spark, a movement to awaken our souls to the passion that fervently burns, but burn it does not forever. After the spark has burned out, from the ashes, a new love rises, one that endures long after the spark is gone. One that is worth the fight and worth the wait. This is the love I hope, I seek, I breathe.'

, she whispered as vow-repungnance hit her, she grabbed the basin to stand herself firmly. " It felt vulnerable Hayden!, so weak, Is this what called longing in passion? In which you've left with nothing but only helplessness!, a deep well of deprivation, which kill your soul from time to time...", Letting her tired shoulders down in defeat, her tears kept cascading down, and her lips felt the taste of pure bitterness. "When did I become so weak ?, from when did apart from you, I'd approved of someone to touch me; trapped me in devil palms, allowing him to let his desires ruin me the way he wants".

This Love To forget the pain she is feeling when she caught her boyfriend cheating with her half-sister, Lumiere went to the club to get drunk and find herself. There, she met Rage Forger, a snobbish but handsome man. At first she thought she wouldn't get his attention however when she drunk danced on the dance floor, suddenly someone hugged her back she immediately felt his warm body and fragrant smell.

It was a feeling akin to love, but rawer, more primal. In a surge of passion, Rayn captured Aurora's lips in a fierce, unyielding kiss. His lips pressed against hers with an urgency that left her breathless, and he delved into her mouth with a hungry kiss. It was a kiss born of raw need, a wordless declaration of the desire that burned between them.

This heavy rain is unforgettable for me. He just continues to fucked my ass, and I continue moaning. He holds my neck and he started to moves very fast. Ohh, ahhh, ughhhhh! " This is just what you can hear from me. He kisses my lips, and he continues to move. Ahhhhhh, ughhhhh—these are the words I can hear from him also. "You're so hot; why are you so delicious?" as he said. This is my first time experiencing this lustful feeling."

I love you, was more like it. He leaned closer, his lips inches away from mine, “I’ve always wanted to do this”, my eyelids fluttered shut as his breathe fanned my face. His lips crashed unto mine with such passion and intensity that took my breathe away. I held onto his collar as he deepened the kiss. He thrust his tongue into my warm mouth, tasting, exploring. He reached up and groped my breast and just like that, I jolted backwards, breaking the kiss. Too soon.

Our love is a flame that can never be extinguished, consuming us both in its passionate embrace. Henry turns my body, placing me on his lap, his hands exploring every inch of my skin as he whispers sweet nothings in my ear. I move my hands down his back, feeling his muscles tense beneath my touch, and pull him closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us. My fingers graze his hard nipples, sending shivers down his spine as he lets out a low groan of pleasure. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, lost in the intoxicating dance of love and desire.

Alex's eyes burned with desire, and I felt my heart racing with anticipation. We abandoned our paintings, our bodies drawn together like magnets. Alex's lips devoured mine, his touch igniting a fire that spread through every inch of my skin. We surrendered to our desire, our love becoming a work of art in itself. The studio, once a space for creativity, became a sanctuary for our passion. At that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of us, lost in the beauty and intensity of our love. We were the artists, and our passion was the masterpiece.

Forget about ever getting a chance to see the passcode. Your love although fallacious, should be presented like a slow poison, disguised as smouldering passion in order to deviate his attention from your hatred to this newfound seduction. Slow so that no question can ever be raised on you, no fingers can ever be pointed on you but you will be the actual shadow behind his downfall!!'