Novel & Cerita Passion Ch 78

Good heavens, his look could have set the whole world on fire. There was no lust in us, no irrational desire either; the heat was so intense that I was finally able to put a name to what she provoked in me: passion. There wasn't that primitive urge to possess her and get carnal satisfaction because this goes beyond the physical. It was the ability that she had to turn on every corner of my interior without touching me. I ran from her neck to her mouth with such reverence and delicacy that I was surprised that fire could be present with such a soft and delicate act.

Feeling the two springy balloons greet my chest, exploded my passion. My mighty shaft was already swollen and ready to enter her moist and warm pussy, "Lift your legs, honey, I want more—"

Fuck it. She climbed onto his lap, clasping his face then tracing the angular lines of it with her red-painted fingernails. He let out a soft moan, his hands wrapping around her hips as her skirt rode up her thighs. The sweatpants were soft against her but that’s where the softness stopped. His fingers roughly gripped her, like he was having a hard time maintaining control. They stared at each other and closed their eyes as their lips connected. His hips bucked and his fingers jammed into her hips with a possessive stronghold. His mouth claimed hers with such passion she weakened in his embrace.

Clothes fell away, and we moved together, a mix of passion and heartbreak, every touch a promise and an apology. His hands were warm, his mouth trailing fire over my skin, scattering books on the floor, pushing deeper into me. His hands were on my neck, choking me, his passion consuming. My fingers dug into his neck as I screamed with passion and climax as we both came together; a loud deafening in my ears.

The urgency and restraint in his voice sent Dean's heart racing. Guided by Chen, the two of them ascended the stairs, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Their breath came in quick, heavy gasps, echoing loudly in the quiet hallway. With every step they took, Chen seemed to deepen the kiss, as though this was the only way to quell the raging fire inside him. Dean could feel the overwhelming possessiveness in Chen's touch, but oddly, he didn’t feel repelled. Instead, amidst the urgency, he found a strange warmth that felt almost familiar.

I asked, pushing my plate away from me. Bartholomew tapped his fork to his head as a huge frown drew his lower lip out. “It’s said they died without ever having done anything,” he said. “You and Cillian—you have too much fire in you to live in such a way. You must seize the moments while they’re burning with the flames of passion.” I cringed. Was he really talking to me about sex? Bartholomew’s eyes narrowed as he shook his head. “Get your head out of the gutter. Passion comes in many forms. For instance, when you built Argentum, what drove you to keep going to make it what it is today? Is that not passion?”

" I am absolutely fine, baby. And you don't need to get angry. It doesn't suit you at all." "Dorcas,please get out of my house. I am not in the mood for any of your drama," he pleaded, then walked toward her and held her hand to drag her up. "Why are you not in the mood? I can help you with that. I'm excellent at setting up the mood for anything," she circled her hands around his neck and a leg went about his waist, making her center meet his. "Gosh! I will love to see you aroused," she muttered shamelessly in his neck, but in the next minute, she found herself on the floor. He had pushed her hard and without remorse.

With a deep breath, I forced a smile, “Guilty Passion.” “What?” “You wouldn’t understand.” I mumbled, lowering my head. “Exactly. When you can’t then how can I? Let me ask you: Do you love my Brother or not?” With a gulp and lowered gaze, I replied, “No. It’s not love.” I looked up at her with a feeble smile, “It’s a guilty passion. Something we don’t want but couldn’t resist.” “Stop talking shit.” She scoffed and stood up. “You didn’t listen to me. Consummate your bond. Freaking Pregnant, want to keep the child. Changing Brother and inviting a calamity. Welldone, Avery! Well done!”

I close my eyes, savoring the moment and knowing that no matter what, I will surely lose myself in the succeeding passion. Suddenly, his kisses become more urgent and more passionate, and the intensity between us intensifies. His hands move around my body, his fingers caressing my skin as his lips part mine. I gasp with pleasure, my body trembling at his touch. Liam’s hands move lower, exploring my curves as he kisses me passionately. He takes his time, savoring each moment, until it feels like he is slowly unraveling me. The pleasure is unbearable, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.

Starved Passion::: There was so much passion between them, it started as a flame and turned into a roaring fire, God! How he missed her, missed having her soft body next to him as they lay naked in his bed. "Damn!" He swore out loud and threw his glass of Scotch across the room, " why can't I get her out of my head?" He screamed. He threw himself into work, signing deals, returning to his normal routine except bringing women home to his bed, she had ruined him for other women, it was Friday evening, so he changed into his suit and headed to one of his finest hotel to dine.