My Heart Is Yours Passion Novels & Stories

Possessive as he led me through this passionate kiss. I grabbed his shoulders, drawing him closer, needing him to be closer. His fingers dug into my hips, then stroked them down my leg, caressing, dragging them back up again. I wrapped him tighter, pulling him even more. "God. You're killing me." He mumbled at my mouth, squeezing at my flesh like he could never get enough. And I could feel his heart, pounding at mine. It thundered in my ears; the heart that he had given me, the one that's mine, the one I broke too many times, the same one I'll try to heal, with everything in me, I'll put the pieces back together.

Chapter-01 "Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Cause the way you got your body movin's Got me confused I can't tell if it's the beat or sparks Who owns my heart? Is it love? Or is it art? Y-Y-Y-You know I wanna believe That we're a masterpiece But sometimes it's hard to tell in the dark Who owns my heart?"

It held a clumsy tenderness and restraint that he himself didn't seem to notice. If this had been yesterday, I would have drowned in that kiss. But now, all I felt was sorrow. I had seen what he was like when he loved someone. I had seen him on the night of the Blood Moon, tearing the world apart for Victoria in a frenzy of passion. I had seen the fire in his eyes, a blaze that could burn down forests. This tenderness, this restraint—it wasn't love. It was pity. The kind of gentle apology you give someone before you break their heart.

My whole world had just been summed up by her. I could no longer hold back the surge of my heart. I placed my hands against his cheeks, and I joined my lips to his in a long, deep kiss, burning with passion and promises. Around us, applause broke out, but I heard nothing. Nothing but the beating of her heart against my chest and the absolute certainty that I will never let her go again.

I could feel the thrum of his heart, wild and fast, like he wanted me just as much as I wanted him, like he was ruined by this just as I was. I moaned softly against his lips as he deepened the kiss, his tongue ravenously dominating the inside of my mouth. I cursed myself as my fingers curled into the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer. Needing more. Hating how badly I needed more. “God, Imogen,” his whispered against my mouth, breathe hot, voice cracked with longing. “I never mea…” “Don’t,” I breathed, cutting him off. Because I know if he said it, if he said anything at all to explain away how and why he shattered my heart, I just might believe him. And that would hurt worse than ever

I love to hear his voice very much because it always had all the romantic melodies wrapped into it. “My dear, just to hear your authoritative voice is enough. It reminds me of your presence around my heart. But I still long to see your face and to kiss your lips. Your absence has created a big hole of longing in my heart. You should have been back here as soon as yesterday to warm my bed.” I heard Him laughed loud and I felt excited. The he booked again. “I really love to be with my wonderful Saoja even now but I know you are tried and exhausted. I don’t think your dry lips will afford a good kiss tonight.”

“My voice is hoarse. Someone forced me to drink acid...” “Who is that person?” Benjamin took a deep breath and looked at Josse anxiously. “All these years, I’ve been trying to find out who hates me so much, especially my voice and singing.” Josse smiled and shook his head. “Later, I realized that it was Rose who did this. She liked my voice and me so madly to the extent that she could do everything to imprison me at her side. Her love toward me then turned into madness, and she wanted to destroy me when she couldn’t have me...”

I murmured, my voice a soft plea, a mix of surrender and desire. He lifted his head, his eyes burning into mine, his gaze a mixture of passion and possessiveness. He kissed my lips again, his tongue exploring the depths of my mouth, his touch arousing a storm within me. The island, with its hidden secrets and unexpected encounters, was revealing its true nature. And I, with my heart full of fear and desire, was ready to embrace the unknown. A moan escaped my lips, a sound of both pain and pleasure, a testament to the conflicting emotions that raged within me. Dawzon, his eyes burning with a mixture of desire and possessiveness, seemed to be emboldened by my response.

She leaned closer, lips nearly brushing the shell of his ear. "I love you, Wyck. I've loved you since we were kids stealing kisses down by the creek. I never stopped, even when I thought I'd lost you forever." The admission tore free like a bird long caged. "You have to come back to me," she implored raggedly. "You have my whole heart, Wyck Crockett. Always." Her whispered confession echoed in the small room, punctuated only by the steady beep of the monitors. Harper laid her head down near his shoulder, still clasping his hand. Helpless tears dripped onto the stark sheets.

Elijah Carter kept playing the tune on the keyboard over and over again as he sang "Amazing grace how sweet the sound...." his voice echoed filling the room with his melodious voice "Sir, if for any reason you quit your business and want to start afresh, music will be the best career option for you" his assistant Landon said to him coming into the room He stopped the keyboard abruptly "Landon for no reason will i want to quit my business, cooking is my passion while music is just a hobby, remember that" he concluded rising from the keyboard seat