My Heart Is Yours Passion Novels & Stories

I cleared my throat. “I already know what he feels. I’m going to go get ready now before I am late for our first date.” Ignoring their teasing laughter floating in the air, I hurried into my bedroom and grabbed my phone. The first sentence that came up is passion, erotic and desires. Meaning Asher sending me fire lilies as a romantic gesture symbolises his erotic passion and desires for me. There are other bunch of craps like hope, resilience, fieriness… but who cares about that when passions and desires are on the lists?

the words caught in my throat, as Dylan took my lips with his in a kiss burning with passion. "Nanisca can go to hell, I–we want you now." His voice was husky, but also enchanting because I felt the heat of his passion rising slowly from within me in the next few seconds. We? I repeated in my head with excitement.

he stared right into my soul…… I couldn't look away. “ I love you” I whispered as the pressure built and the heat of my impending release crept through my belly and along my spine, I couldn't take my eyes from Russell's. “ I love you, oh, I do love you so much, God!!” he said looking at me with heat and love in his eyes, like……….. Like he was looking at Wilson. And at that point he soared, head falling back, he came, and Wilson groaned as Russell emptied inside him

Because the heart doesn’t ask for permission—it just beats where it’s told, even in the dark. Looking back, it’s hard to believe… how love grew where only rage should’ve lived. With the world quiet and his arms around me, I knew: I would choose this life again. The man. The chaos. The name. The empire. The scars. The truth. All of it. Because it brought me here. ~~To love that didn’t just last. It ruled. To passion not merely long-lived, but sovereign in all its days. With a man that burns but never lets go.~~

His whispered promptings fueled the fire that already burned within me, tempting me to push the boundaries of our passion. I swept Taya up into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist as I strode towards the couch, the nearest haven for our all-consuming passion. The air was electric with tension, our mutual desire a palpable force that drove me to claim her. I knew she wanted me just as fiercely, her soft moans and eager kisses fueling the fire that raged within me.

I lowered my head, putting my head over his laps, silent tears spilled from my eyes, my grip getting tight on him as I continued, “This heart has begun to worship you, Blaze. I don’t know how, why, when but I need you. It’s now written on my skies that I don’t want to live without you. The only desire I have now is to live in your breaths.” My voice broke this time. I sniffed and wiped my tears, still smiling, “And let me tell you, It’s not love. It’s nothing more than a guilty passion for me which I have begun to worship. So please… Please Blaze, accept me and our child. Please give our relationship a chance.”

"You're mine." "Yes, baby. I'm yours," I agreed. And it was true, because in this instant, I was completely his as he was completely mine. This is what I had always wanted. Just the two of us, making love and feeling the connection that merged our hearts together. Two hearts that became one in this moment when we shared our bodies. No one else needed to be included. We were content with ourselves and we shared every emotion, every shiver, and every whimper. Despite our flaws, in this moment we were perfect for each other. Our attraction, making up for every blemish and every weakness. Our Passion was perfect regardless of our imperfections.

The only boy who owns my heart. Logan hands me what must be the final song card and connects his phone to the radio. I lost control – Alan Walker. I lose control when I'm around you, but you are the one who can bring me back from the chaos - my light, my angel. And this time I'm gonna get it right. My heart isn’t just full anymore — it’s overflowing, racing so fast it feels like it might burst right out of my chest. Every little nerve in my body tingles with the kind of love only Damion seems capable of creating.

“And yet, no matter how low you are… Just the sight of you makes me crazy with lust.” He grabs her arms and pulls her up. His deep desire for her mirrored on his eyes. It’s the same for her too, just a single touch and she knows that she will run after him, like a baby chick running after her mother. It is a twisted kind of unbridled passion. Yet, every time, she will choose him. “You’re mine,” he growls, his grip tightening even more. “You are mine to break.” Her heart races as she struggles against him, but he’s too strong for her. She knows that physically, she doesn’t stand a chance against him.