روايات وقصص ضمن Lover In Italian Language

They both hugged for a long time as if knowing it would be the last time they would hold each other's hands and see each other's faces. "I need to go now", Serena said breaking free from his hug. She looked at him in an unusual way that sent chills down Luca's spine. "What's this look? I know it. I assure you of my love for you Ciao". He points to his heart, "you see this heart here, they are yours forever". "Thank you Luca, I love you". She said with a low but assuring tone. Ti amero per sempre Mi Cielo - I will always love you my sky.

Finally, I found you my love) he said grinning maliciously. "Don't call me your love, you bastard!" I shouted at him as goosebumps started to creep all over my body. "Esuberante." he chuckled. "Non sei ancora cambiato. Come stai, amore mio?" (Feisty. You haven't changed yet. How are you, my love?) "Ho detto di non chiamarmi amore, cazzo! Bastardo!" (I said don't f*cking call me 'love'! You bastard!)

Despite the pain I had caused in the past, she still believed in my ability to protect her, to care for her, to cherish her. With a silent vow to honor her trust and safeguard her heart, I nodded in return, lowering my forehead to rest against hers. Her hands tightened around my neck as I whispered, "Il mio amore, il mio amore per sempre (My love, my forever love)." She looked at me, frowning, clearly puzzled by my words. "What will I do without you in my life?" I hummed, pecking her eyes. "What does that mean? The Italian part," she asked, her curiosity piqued.

It is not until he stiffens and shoots his seed deep inside me that he notices something is wrong. 'Dai, piccola, di solito non sei così fredda. Sai che posso farti stare davvero bene.' [Come on, baby girl, you are not usually this cold. You know I can make you feel so good.] I don't think he even realises he is talking to me in Italian. The language of love, so they say. This is not love.

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.

I let go of him and lean into his ear. "Take me into my room and ravish me, la mia Amante Pescatore(my sinful lover)," I whisper in desperation. A smirk crawls through my lips as I can feel his growl of urgency rumble under me. I have been learning some Italian phrases from Josephina. It looks like the lessons are paying off.

His tongue tried to invade every inch of her mouth making sure he had this last chance of tasting her completely. After the painful yet blissful minutes of crying, kissing and embracing each other Ace pulled back attaching his forehead against hers. "Ti amo, mio ​​piccolo veleno." He whispered against her lips before finally putting her on her feet and didn't dare to look back at her as he jumped in his car and drove away fearing that his heart might betray him and he would definitely end up taking her back to his house even if she wouldn't want to go. (I love you, my little venom.)

(Your eyes stole all my words away) After reading her quote, Giovanna looked at the Augustus beside him with sadness in her eyes. No matter how closed she is with him his heart is always miles away from her. "He could never be mine" She sighed sadly in her heart. Augustus than opened his and read it aloud, "Quando l'amore è reale, non puoi andartene" (When love is real, you cannot walk away)

He spoke in Italian, words I didn’t understand, but the tone was tender. "Penso di stare cazzo amando te, Lena. Non posso farlo, non voglio che tu ti faccia male, questo... questo mondo? Non è il tuo posto. Sei troppo buona per me, io sono troppo oscuro per te, ma tu mi hai avvolto intorno alle tue cazzo dita e non importa, non riesco a stare lontano. Cazzo."

Lora kept her eyes closed, trying to assimilate the moment. She tried to feel guilty, but she couldn't. All she felt was Evans' heat warming her body. On the other hand, Evans' eyes roamed Lora's lips, already missing the taste they had. And when the woman's feline eyes opened, the man saw in them the sentence that he must not leave where he was; between her legs. - "Cosa mi fai, principessa?" he whispered in Italian, exclusively to himself. (What do you do to me, princess?).