Lover In Italian Language Novels & Stories

“I could learn Italian.” “You certainly could, amati, beloved.” Shiloh agreed. “Me amati, right?” Shiloh laughed as she shook her head. “I would be amate because I’m female. You are amati because you are male. But if you are trying to say my beloved, which is what I think you were trying to say.” “Yes.” Pagan confirmed. “Mio amato.” “Mio amato.” Pagan shook his head. “I feel like I’m calling you a tomato.”

) "Casa…. stiamo andando a casa... ci manca nostra figlia." (Home…. we're going home...we miss our daughter) "Aww, è così dolce da parte vostra, mamma orso e papà orso." (Aww, that's so sweet of you two) "No, è una bugia. Dovresti solo dire che ti manca scoparla." (Nah, that's a lie. You should just say that you miss fucking her) "No, non stasera perché è il suo giorno, ma ad essere sincero, mi manca tantissimo scoparla." Adriano smacked Ivor hard on his shoulder as he chuckled in his very deep Italian voice.

“I love you madly… I’ll say it to you again and again. I realize now I have to say it a few thousand times to redeem myself.” He cupped her cheeks in his warm palms and brushed his mouth across hers. Norah had never felt anything so sweet. There was so much love in that touch. “I love you,” Leone whispered again against her lips. Then, he kissed her again, his mouth as demanding as it had ever been. Norah pulled away. “Again,” she begged him, laughing through the tears hazing her vision. “In Italian…” “‘Ti amo, piccola mia. E ti voglio da impazzire… qui… ora…’ (I love you, baby… And I want you like crazy… here… now)” he complied happily and those Italian words sounded like sweet music to Nor

I roll my eyes and try to snatch the bowl from him. "Cello," he utters, tasting the name on his tongue. "It's better than amor." "Yeah, what does that mean though?" I put a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth "Love," he smiles. "Huh?" "Amor meus is Latin for 'my love'," he explains. "Oh," I mouth, and heat creep up my face. He's been calling me that for a while now and only now do I know what it means. I think I like this name better than Cello.

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."

The deep masculine voice says from the call end. "Hello Pablo." He says with a slight grin on his face. *NOTE: The Italian language would be interpreted into English, in brackets.* "I received your offer and Lo adoro (I love it)." William smiles, "I'm glad you do, so do we have a deal?" "Of course we do. Considerami il tuo compagno di vita (Consider me your life partner.) William chuckles, "Thank you Pablo. Tu fai la tua parte e io farò la mia.(You just do your part, and I’ll do mine.)"

Mcmaster turned to her husband, narrowing her eyes into a slit, with fake tears in her eyes, she said bawling her heart out, "Perché l'hai fatto? Perché lo fai sempre a me, a mio figlio? Che male ho fatto io e mio figlio a farti meritare tutto questo da te? I miei tanti anni di amore e lealtà sono stati inferiori in qualche parte per ottenere un tale trattamento da te? ( Why did you do that? Why do you always do that to me, to my son? What harm did me and my son cause you to deserve all this from you? Did my so many years of love and loyalty fall short in any part to get such treatment from you? )" Mr.Mcmaster hastily grabbed her wife's hand before she could leave the room, and bring her clo

I bite my lip to hide the smile threatening to spill out "I didn't" "You are not a good liar, tesorina. Come here" he pulls my head down to his, crushing his mouth to mine. I moan as his tongue sweeps inside my mouth, my body ready for round two. Dante kisses me like our lives depend on it then he pulls back, looks me straight in the eyes, and says "I love you. Sono innamorato di te, Emiliana Vernetti. Don't ever doubt that" ******************************************

I closed my eyes and screamed his name for the whole of Manhattan to hear. I climaxed again and soon felt his semen flooding inside of me. His contents filled me up with warmth. He took his lips off of my neck, I could now feel his cum dripping out of me slowly. He touched my cheek as I reopened my eyes, he smiled slightly as he touched my lips with his thumb. “Ti amo, Cuore mio (I love you, my heart)!” He whispered, pecking my forehead lovingly. I smiled with contentment, up at him. “I love you too, Tesoro mio (My treasure).” I mustered as much Italian as I could, making him smile brightly at me.

His heart jumped with joy, and he wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her there forever. “I’m honored, amore mio!” Amelia smiled, her cheeks coloring at the endearment he used for the second time since he arrived on her doorstep. She knew what the word 'amore’ meant. It meant love! She understood what ‘mio’ meant. It meant my. She had searched for a way to confess her feelings to him in Italian. It made her understand a few endearments in the language she loved. So, Matteo called her my love in his native tongue!