Lover In Italian Language Novels & Stories

"From the moment I first saw you, I knew that you were meant to be mine. You have brought light into my darkness, and for that, I am eternally grateful. Will you do me the honor of becoming my mate, my partner in this life and the next?" Tears pricked at the corners of Kate's eyes as she looked into Elias's eyes, seeing the love and devotion shining there. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "Yes, Elias, I will be yours for all eternity." With a smile that lit up the night, Elias drew Kate into his arms, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss that sealed their fate. And as they embraced, the moonlight bathed them in its soft glow, illuminating their love for all the world

He held out his hand to help me out and I pulled him in instead, "That's payback!" He swam over to me, caging me in with his arms, "Kiss me." It wasn't really a demand, he spoke softly. I leaned in and brought my lips to his in a soft yet sensual kiss. "Gattina... remember at the hotel? I spoke to you in Italian... Penso che mi sto innamorando di te. Do you remember?" "Yes?" "It means-" "Gianni!" We both turned as Luca came running over, "Gianni, you're," he paused to frown at us, "Uh, you're needed in the, uh... that room?"

He reached down under my top and pleasured me while I clutched unto his shoulders He trailed kisses from my abdomen down to my laps leaving me a hot mess. Coming in between me he asked for permission before entering me hard and I screamed out his name ******* "I love you" He kissed my lips for the fifth time as we laid beside each other under the sheets. "I'm so lucky to have you doll. Your my life you know? That's what la mia vita means And without you I wouldn't be able to survive. I know it sounds cliché and I'm being silly but I wouldnt be able to live without seeing your smile

"Look at me, look at only me and love only me." "Russeli...: I drawl in tears. "Can't you see I am close to your side?" He said in a deep voice and pointed at himself. "Can't you see I love only you huh!" A single tear rolled down his cheek and this was the first I have seen Russeli cry. "Russeli I..." I goggled unable to say a word as he cuts me off again. "Think about it and don't answer now." He paused. "I love you and I will make you happy." He said softly and averted his gaze and wiped off his tears.

Then Hugging Me And I Hugged Her Back Inhaling Her Floraly Sweet Smell And I Realized I'm Home And She's My Home. " Mi Piace La Sensazione Ottengo Quando Vedo Il Tuo Sorriso E Ti Amo Più" I Said In Italian. Kissing The Top Of Her Head. "I Didn't Understand What You Said Even After My Mum Is Italian But I Get The Last Three Words Love You More And Did I Ever Tell You That Your Italian Accent And When You Speak Italian It's Really Sexy" She Said Looking Up In My Eye's. "Well Now I Know Mio Amore" I Said And Chuckled While She Laid Her Head On My Chest.

There was only us, only this, only the burning need that consumed us both, only the love that was stronger than anything else in the world. “Look at me,” he growled, pulling my face up to look at him, his eyes dark and bright and full of everything he felt, love, lust, need, possession, all of it burning so bright I could see it clear as day. “Tell me who you belong to. Say it loud.” I cried out, my body trembling, pleasure building up again so strong it almost hurt, so strong it made my head spin. “You! I belong to you! Only you! No one else! Nothing else! I’m yours! Only yours!”

I moan. "Ti piace quell'amore," Luca says still fingering me and his thumb rubbing over my clit. That honestly just sent me over the edge him speaking to me in Italian and it was so dirty. I saw stars as Luca lowered his head back down between my legs lapping up my juices and prolonging my high. I was still breathing heavily when he came and hovered over me.

Our honeymoon was the most memorable thing that ever happened to us. "Why? I was just stating the truth, I always wanted to see the art stored inside the Louvre." I still insisted "I know but it was meant to be romantic. You were supposed to be so happy on that day that you will kiss me or maybe tear up a little." Warren said and I cringed at his words. "You know that I'm not that kind of a woman." "I know and that is one of the many reasons why I fell in love with you." I just blushed at his words. He never failed to make me feel flustered and he likes teasing me about it.

"Proposal? Going to your orphanage home is going to help with your proposal?" "Yeah," I replied but I wasn't certain because there was nothing I could write about from my orphanage home. "You are delusional babe .sei pazzo e Anche stupido (You are crazy and also stupid as well.)" She said angrily in Italian. Lorena likes talking in Italian when she is angry or probably joking.

Kwame added. “You must be high on cheap drugs, Tenison can you hear yourself?" Kwabena questioned. “Yes, I can hear myself, I think this marriage was based on lust, not love. Perhaps I saw it to be love, or lust or maybe something like that, I dunno." Kwame added. “My friend, you better sought whatever is going on in your head, rubbish," Kwabena replied. “Ad3n aa, it wasn't based on love, if you didn't love her why then did you marry her?" He inquired.