Passion Ch 78 Novels & Stories

Make them both fall on the floor with each other. Somehow time seemed to stop spinning. The two people who hated each other looked at each other with unblinking eyes. The distance between them was so clos e, Xavier could feel the warmth of Bianca's breath against his cheek. ** Sinokmput

As ,she knew what he was going to do, her head was spinning ;her senses was getting numb. But ,his eyes became more sharp and dark , " Sorry , Ragazza , but I will not let you ruin everything! ". Although ,he knew the reason that Hayden has brought her here to implant an unforgiving torture to her , but he also had a one more fucking truth , that this Hazel Blackwell, was Hayden's Leonardo's passion . And , in there scary world ,there was no place for a useless thing like passion. In , there dangerous Mafia, girl like hers would become the cause of their destruction, so it will be better that she would die.

She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his with a defiance that burned deep inside her. “I don’t belong to you,” she said firmly, her voice trembling but resolute. “You can’t control me.” Lorenzo’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, his eyes never leaving hers. “I don’t need to control you,” he said softly, his fingers brushing her cheek in a light, almost affectionate gesture. “I just need you to understand that you can’t escape.”

Patricia Before I could’ve cough or hiccup or do anything else to disguised what I had just done, his eyes found mine and they just stayed there. My breath hitched, not prepared for the intensity of his stare. I was surprised. His desire was very evident, unshielded, and it confused me why he wasn’t making any attempt to hide it like I was. I didn’t have to worry about that too much because he halted my thoughts as he stepped closer, his hand dropped to my thigh pushing it apart so he could stand between my legs. In all this he never looked away. His hand travelled lightly from my thigh to my bare waist. I bit my lip inching closer to him. My hands left the counter and planted themselves on

Chapter 6: Passion Morning light spilled across the bed where Betty and I lay tangled, her head on my chest, our bodies still humming from last night’s rain soaked tribbing. I stroked her back slowly, savoring the warmth of her skin against mine. The guilt from our taboo step sister bond lingered in the quiet moments, but so did the undeniable pull. Betty traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Daisy… last night was intense. Grinding our pussies together like that, tasting each other. I keep thinking about Mom and Dad. What would they say if they knew their daughters were doing this?”

I tried not to show so much excitement, even though some part of me felt elated. But I knew for a fact I didn't have the right to feel happy. At least that was what I believed. Mainly because the divorce isn't even finalized yet so why should even have such a positive feeling towards another man? I had such a good moment with Ashley while I tried so hard not to get distracted by switching gazes between my friend and this stunning young man a few seats away from me. Right in the middle of our conversation, the waiter walked down to our table with a full bottle of red wine. He pours a half-full glass of wine for me and the same for Ashley.

The Height of Passion "I can't take it anymore. Please, just put it in!" Arini pleaded. "Put what in, darling? Be more specific," Nathan teased, fueling her desire even further. "Put yourself inside me!" she cried. "I don't understand, my love," he replied playfully. "Oh, put your hardness inside mine. Come on!". Nathan smiled with satisfaction, wondering why he hadn't treated her this way before. He entered her with a firm passion, and Arini gripped his muscular back as he filled her completely. "My God, this feels so full and wonderful," she gasped.

Then, I locked the door. After that, I took out a lighter and set the bed on fire. Flames roared to life, crackling through the room. I lay back and closed my eyes, strangely at peace. … Meanwhile, at an award-winning restaurant, Rosa was tugging at Salvatore's arm. "Why did you order everything I don't like? I don't want that. Let's get something else," she whined. Salvatore shook his head. "Not today. Arianna has no appetite. So, I need to bring these back for her before she makes herself sick again."

Hell, I didn't care if he was my father's best friend. I wanted him and I'll have what I want this time. Our bodies graze each other as he breathes, and I breathe. My mouth stretched knowing I was about to do what was forbidden, yet the magnetic pull I felt was undeniable. I savored lingering on his bottom lip, my heart racing and eyes full of intensity. As he drew me near with his large palms on my face, the door swung open revealing an unexpected figure. God no… I gasped in shock *****

"Ohh... Abram... please..." She tangled her fingers in his matted hair, her head hitting the rubber siding. The "Intense Passion" was a fever in the middle of a storm. She felt the scrape of his stubble, the hot, wet friction that made the world outside—the soldiers, the fire, the black water—disappear into a blur of raw sensation.