Mio Amore Novels & Stories

The kiss wasn’t hungry, rough, possessive—it was slow, deep, and full of love, so powerful that made my chest ache from it. Instantly, loud cheers erupted. Applause thundered around us while the church bells rang loudly overhead. Ricochet pulled me tightly against him exactly like he promised... like he truly never planned on letting me go again. “Thank you for making this happen,” I whispered against him, hugging him just as tightly. “I love you more than anything.” I felt his fingers press harder against the fabric of my dress. “You’re my world, Diana,” he murmured before kissing my forehead gently. “Always have been.” His lips brushed mine once more. “And I’ll love you more every single d

Her hands gripped my hips, my mouth now on her neck. I wanted all of her. When I filled her, it felt like relief and longing crashing together. I hadn’t been with anyone else—I stayed faithful to Lily, the way I always should have. My fingers slid into the roots of her hair, pulling her close, kissing her like I never had before. “I love you, Matteo,” she whispered. "I love you, amore mio."

Just holding hands in a coffee shop where no one knew us and no one cared that we were ending something that had barely begun. "I love you," I said. "I love you too." "But we can't do this anymore." "No. We can't." He squeezed my hand once. "But I'm glad we tried. I'm glad I got to know what it felt like. To want someone. To need someone. To be terrible at loving someone and try anyway." "You weren't terrible." "I was." He smiled. Small. Sad. "But you made me better. And I'll spend the rest of my life trying to deserve what you gave me."

This realization was what hurt Bella more than seeing Damian choose to save Dakota instead of her. Damian's mood was growing volatile. He threw his hands around her and squeezed desperately. "Please! It's not what you think! Believe me! I love you! I just love you too much!" he cried. "I was just scared that I'm not good enough for you! I'm scared that if you ever saw a side of me that's imperfect, you'd stop loving me! "Just this thought drove me mad! I was just so scared of it!" He started to sob. Tears splashed onto her hands.

But I hope you like what I've put together for tonight. — I don't need a big wedding and a fancy party. Only you. My chest expanded, the words falling easily from my mouth. — Ti amo, cuore mio . She leaned down on her toes and pressed her lips to mine. — I love you, Paparino. I smiled, feeling lighter than I had in years. - Come. Your daddy wants to feed you.” I took her hand and led her to the tasting room, which had been transformed for the wedding dinner.

I want to flaunt my body to my man, let him worship me. “Damn,” I said. As he was leaving a sweet kiss on my legs up to my belly. And I can’t help myself but to silently moan. “I do really love your sexy moan. Mi Amor. It was so damn sexy, and it turned me on.” And he laughed softly, moving upwards until our face were inches apart. My heart nearly burst in my chest when he leaned slightly and whispered something in my ear. “Prepare and I’m giving you a rough night, Mi Amor.”

I turn to Micheal and say "Help me explain this? Without freaking him out?" Micheal nods and says "Okay, well the first thing that you should know is that the Amore are basicly the same thing as a soulmate. They are paired together by the moon goddess herself. So rejecting your Amore is an insult to the goddess herself. Some people may still reject their Amore, but the way that we were raised we know that your amore is your other half, you will never feel whole on your own." He pauses and then adds "Do you understand so far?"

Damiano smoothed her crisp white veil back from her face and then caressed one of her dark red curls that rested on her bare collarbone. “You will always be MY Thea, with fiery red hair and amazing green eyes,” Damiano said, before glancing over his shoulder, aware that any moment the doors would open, and family and friends would pour out. “‘La mia piccola’, the bravest, stubbornest, sweetest, selfless woman I’ve ever met… I love everything about you, amore… You know that?” She laughed and lifted her lips for him to kiss her, again and again. “Good,” she murmured against his lips, “because you’ve got me now.”

I whisper. There’s a split second where Alessandro’s eyes widen. Then, he’s kissing me. I kiss him back, matching his need with my own. His hands are on my waist as he turns me, then I’m straddling his lap, my knees sinking into the criminally soft couch on either side of his hips. “Alyssa… amore mio…” Alessandro whispers against the skin on my neck. Amore mio. My love.

“Good morning, amore mio.” “You were the one thing I wasn’t supposed to want.” La Donna Lena.