روايات وقصص ضمن Lover In Italian Language

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He pulled me in to kiss me deeply-just to shut me up, I think. Still, I sighed into his mouth, heat washing to my toes. I went in for more, but he pulled back and skimmed his lips across mine. "Ti amo. Così tanto che non riesco a pensare quando sei lontano da me." (I love you. So much I can't think when you're away from me) Months ago, I didn't believe in suspicions. Yet so much had convinced me otherwise. Maybe I was wrong about happily ever afters too. Maybe they really did exist. Just not with a shining knight in armor, but with the villain.

I obeyed like a good boy and lowered myself between her legs, my mouth hovering inches from her pussy, then I paused to look up at her. “Tell me you love me." Her eyes widened, shocked at the sudden request. "Please," I begged, my voice breaking. "I need to hear it. I need to know I didn't imagine it that day.” She propped herself up on her elbows, looking down at me. Her chest was heaving, her skin flushed, and her eyes filled with so much love, clouded with lust. "I love you, Dian. I'm in love with you." She said slowly, as if spelling out the words for me to understand better.

Alex pov I have lost him. The guy I had ever loved, my first kiss, just walked in with a dangerously stunning woman after weeks of absence without even sparing me a glance. My heart was shattering into pieces. I could not breathe well. Andrian and his devilish whore had captivated the whole hall. That nobody had noticed when I had slept out of the hall. But Linda, my best friend, noticed me sneaking out of the hall. My tears were falling uncontrollably, blinding my vision.

Like a child had asked if the moon was made of cheese. Louis's chest cracked open. Lorenzo set the glass down and crossed to him, his hands finding Louis's waist, his thumbs tracing circles through the silk. "The shirt looks good on you." "Lorenzo. I asked you a question." Lorenzo's smile faded. His face was close now, too close, his breath warm against Louis's lips. "I do not love you." His voice was soft, almost tender. "Not the way you mean. You are not my lover, Louis. You are my favorite. My favorite thing. Like a bird that sings only for me. Like a poem I read over and over until the pages wear thin.”

“I never thought you could be such a tough businesswoman. I am totally under your spell, ‘donna’ (Ita for ‘woman’).” His brilliant eyes roamed over her and glittered with desire and boundless satisfaction. “And you ain’t seen nothing yet, ‘amore mio’ (Ita for ‘my love’).” Phoebe sighed happily and put her arms around Lorenzo’s neck pulling him even closer. With a husky laugh of appreciation, Lorenzo kissed her breathless and proceeded to demonstrate how happy he was to have her in his life, in his bed and how ready he was to keep her there forever.

I just hoped we wouldn’t get caught up in something dangerous. "You want to learn my language?" he asked. "It sounds hard… but sure, teach me the basics." "Just say, Ti Amo, Marito. That’s the only phrase I want you to learn." "Oh please, that’s so easy. Ti Amo, Marito! See? I’m great at this already. Ti Amo means I love you, right?" "Ti amo anche io, mia moglie." I froze. That sounded intense. "Wait—slow down. What did you just say?"

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.

His fingertips graze my skin, warm and gentle. He leans down and presses a kiss to the center of my forehead. He lingers there. I can feel his breath against my skin. I can feel his heart beating against my chest, slowing down until it syncs perfectly with mine. "Sei la mia rovina," he whispers. The Italian is soft, barely a breath. I don't speak the language fluently yet, I’m still learning the basics, but I know the tone. It’s not a command. It’s not a threat. It’s not dirty talk.

I stroke his cheek and kiss his lips. “I love you,” he says once our lips part. “I know,” I say to tease him. “I love you,” he says again. “I know. Put me down already before you hurt yourself.” He frowns. “I love you.” “I said I know.” “Fenice, I love you.” “Ti amo anch’io, mio idiota fidanzato. Tu sei l’amore della mia vita. (I love you too, my idiot fiancé. You are the love of my life.)”