Passion Ch 78 Novels & Stories

We let ourselves be carried away, provoking the heaviness of our breathing, discovering my inner fire that transcends more and more to the point of not being extinguished, provoking a fire accompanied by passion and lust intentionally. Love is like a lunatic because it makes you lose yourself in the abyss of lust. Passion consumes you until it satisfies its anxiety. The atmosphere has become as hot as hell. We both emanate lust, sex, and passion, our bodies fused together, like when someone drops a lit cigarette into a box of TNT, to the point that our animal sides are perceptible.

His tongue danced skillfully, alternating between gentle licks and more fervent flicks, bringing her closer to the edge of ecstasy. With a flick of his fingers, Max freed Chloe from the confines of her clothing, exposing her bare body to his dark, hungry gaze. As Chloe surrendered to the euphoria building within her, her mind became blissfully blank. The only sound that filled the room was the symphony of their shared passion—a symphony of gasps, moans, and whispered pleas. The shrill ring of Max's phone pierced through the haze of their passion, shattering the delicate bubble of passion that had enveloped Chloe and Max.

My heart was the fullest it had ever been. END OF CHAPTER 74

The fire in Evelyn’s body had only burned hotter. As if possessed, she had grabbed his hand and guided it over her body, breathlessly whispering, "Touch me..." His sharp eyes had darkened with lust as he obliged, his hands roaming her body and causing her to moan with every touch. Responding to her moans, he had pulled her closer, deepening their feverish kiss. One of his strong hands had gripped her waist, while the other had tangled in her hair, holding her in place as their passion escalated.

God plz help me. He calmly moved his hand on my face . I tried my best to not react but I am unable to control myself... O God what is happening with me ?? His face just few inches far from my face , His hot and heavy breadth clearly make my Heart pumping faster . His Blue ocean eyes focused on mine & I am feeling his each move I felt goosebumps . My breadth gonna heavy literally . He put his face on mine. His nose & Forehead is touching mine He move his face & rubbed his cheeks with mine , My Heart is burning with the proximity , My breath Hitched & small butterflies are Errupting in my stomach .

I couldn’t breathe or think when he finally thrust his tongue past my lips, exploring the darkness inside my mouth as his eyes had done to my very soul. It wasn’t right to be this aroused by a stranger. I’d been taught passion was developed and nurtured through friendship and love. It would seem my mother was wrong about that. I remained tingling all over, my nipples aching from how swollen they’d become. It was as if the room was spinning all around us, a whirlwind of our hunger spiraling out of control.

His tongue rasped a long velvet caress over the stinging little nips. Deep inside, her temperature shot straight to a raging inferno. He fondled his fingers over her folds and she shuddered. He smiled at her, another wicked smirk that sent her heart ascending into her throat. She couldn’t take her eyes from his face. The passion engraved there, the love blazing in his eyes. He unhurriedly sank his finger into her tight, wet channel, and she cried out, her heart giving another surprising lurch as his eyes blurred and flashed.

The stars and moon looked upon them and must've envied their burning passion for each other. He was getting to his climax and couldn't control it anymore. He let it out, squirting his milky juice into her as his butt cheeks tightened and his head jerked back in unimaginable pleasure. He got out of her as his gigantic snake relaxed, feeling victorious after the conquest of a wet and savory vagina. He moved back a little, and saw blood dripping from her vagina - a clear sign that he had popped her cherry. Then, his passion for her burnt out, and he came back to logical reasoning.

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Echoing back and forth from Elice's and Garrett's lips. Alternating. Interrupting each other. Joining in a melodious chant. The passion grew fiercer. The tumult roared louder. And everything around them seemed senseless. There was only the thirst that demanded satisfaction. So Garrett quickened the pace of their lovemaking. Garrett pushed. He pushed. Then thrust. Hard. And deeper. Until there was nothing left. Except the increasingly unbridled feeling. So, in a moment when all the passion merged into sparks of love, Garrett could only surrender to the surge of passion. It took control and allowed Garrett to act beyond his reason.