Lover In Italian Language Novels & Stories

She looked down and smiled when she saw Romero laying there asleep. “I’m sorry for waking everyone…but it looks like everyone is asleep again.” She said softly as she bent down and touched his forehead. Romero opened his eyes and smiled. He wrapped his arms around his wife after he stood up. “My love….mio prezioso amore (my precious love) ..mijn kostbare liefde (my precious love)…it’s alright. you were sleep singing and playing. That’s so cool…and your voice is still as sweet…come let us retire to our room and hopefully get some more sleep.“

So, I just waited, and when I arrived and sent a message of love to my wife to have me in each of her big movements of the day. "Spero che tu stia bene cara moglie, mi manchi e ti amo..." Seeing that she had read it immediately brought a big smile to my face, one that widened in its entirety because she replied right away and, in a way, just as sweet as the one, I had written to her in the beginning. "Ti amo e mi manchi, spero di vederti domenica per uscire." Italian Phrases and/or Words: "I hope you're well, dear wife, I miss you, and I love you..."

It was a typical day. "Hey Layla, see that guy on table four? He looks way hot." Carmen was always oogling the guys that came to the coffee shop. Crushing was like a hobby to her but it made work all the more fun for Layla. "Carmen, that's the fifth guy today,"said Layla with a smirk, "you seriously need to calm down. You can't have them all you know." " I know. Pero es tan guapo." She said dreamily. She looked like a silly school girl.

“We will have a happy life. You will trust me to protect and love you.” Love… “But you have never even said you love me. You can’t love me.” Yeah! So there! He ran his fingers down my cheek before he cupped the back of my neck. “I know you're not ready to say it back.” He smiled before looking into both my eyes. “I love you, Ada. Soon to be Ada Rossi. You are my heart. Cuore means heart.” How… No… no… no… Shaking my head. “No, you can’t…”

I started laughing. “You're going to make me fall in love like this!” I leaned my head on his shoulder while he continued to drive. “Isn't that the point?” I turned toward him and carefully observed his calm face and the smile that was growing as he drove. “Stop the car, Mattia!” I said, and I felt the car pulling over as he turned to face me. “The goal is not to suffer, neither you nor me,” I said, holding his face. Taking advantage of the car's tinted windows, I climbed onto his lap. “But falling in love with you is inevitable, il mio italiano!”

He lay still watching her and felt his heart contract, ‘Fuck’ His last thoughts as sleep claimed him too were that he could not stop the love worming its way into his heart, ‘Mi sto innamorando di lei.’ [I’m falling in love with her.] When he woke up the next morning he was ready for her again but she had gone, disappointed he showered and dressed then went to find her. Juliette had panicked when she woke to find herself still in his arms, ‘What the hell had she done?’

I spat out with such force, never having been so hungry for something in my life. “Lethu…” Elio seemed to be getting weak to his knees, his eyes red and wet with emotion. His one shaking hand came over my face, brushing my face over and over as if he couldn’t believe. His head come on mine, him picking it up again as if he did not know what to do with himself. His lips trembled, a tear slipping with his face coming back to mine, claiming my lips. “And I will wear you amore mio. In my name, on my body, in my heart and in the books of heaven. Forever. Elio Likhwalethu Ferraro Lombardi.”

He slowed the kiss and pulled back to look at her in the nightgown. His gaze glittered. "Say I'm your love again." "My love," she said breathlessly. "In Italian," he said, eyes on her seductive lips. Oh, how much he wanted her to give him a blowjob with that mouth. He rarely lets a woman give him a blowjob and wasn't really into it but just staring at Mariana's lips made him think of how it would feel having her suck his dick with that mouth of hers. "Amore mio," She bit her lower lip, her fingers playing with his hair. "I…I love you, Marcello."

Soft and slow yet deep enough it touched my heart. I breathed against his lips, “Tell me you love me again.” “I love you, vita mia.” I'll have to ask him what all these Italian words he keeps calling me mean. “I love you, too, you know?” He stilled, and then a rough sound rumbled in his chest. He lifted me so my eyes were level with his, brushed his lips across mine, and said in a deep, almost apologetic rasp, “I’m never letting you go now.”

"Stop fighting love, Eric. It comes like a thief in the night, you never expect it to show up but it does." "And then it takes everything away from you and could even kill you," Eric said.