Passion Ch 78 Novels & Stories

— Autumn His cock plunges into me right when I start coming. I momentarily black out as sensation overwhelms me. A split second later, I’m back in the present. Fireworks are exploding throughout my body. It feels like a million tiny bottles of champagne are being uncorked, releasing bubbles of bliss throughout my body. My cunt spasms wildly and my ass tightens around Axel’s cock. He digs his fingers into my hips and begins to ram furiously into my ass as I come.

I could kiss him for days without getting turned off. I watched as he glanced around the room, looking for an empty place to sit. Please, let him come here. I prayed in my heart, hoping he wouldn't pick the remaining other two seats left. Mother Nature seemed to be residing in my mind and I almost passed out with how fast my heart was beating as I watched him walk over to where I was. "Can I sit here?" He asked, standing beside me. Of all the goodness in the world. Could someone pass me a fan, please? Why was it hot in here?

Jackson’s POV Maybe good and passionate sex was all I needed. I let the warm water rush over my skin, rinsing off the guilt and stain that seemed to cling to my skin. I didn’t think it was working; maybe it only washed away the sweat, but the guilt remained inside of me. Thick and unmoving. Argh, you are so sweet, Jackson. Her words replayed in my head again and again like my favourite song. I couldn’t get over the way her face looked when she first put it in; she looked like she wanted to explode in pleasure. She was feeling it, deep inside of her.

Yvette shouted. The heat from his touch snapped her back to reality. Her eyes were red with frustration, and she tried to push Xavier away. However, it was futile. A normal, healthy woman would find it hard to fend off a man, much less Yvette, whose health was deteriorating by the day. As the rain intensified outside, Xavier's relentless kisses fell on Yvette. She lay on the cold bed, hearing only a buzz in her ears and feeling spasms coming from her abdomen.

I bounce, and he follows immediately, like a hungry beast. — I’m going to devour you all night. — You’re wasting your time talking. Get to the action. — At your command, ma’am. It was a torrid night. One of those that you only experience once in a lifetime. A passion that tears us apart, that devours us. Between two breaths, two moans, two caresses, we are reborn. A part of me awakens, a part I have never known. Passion… it both burns and shapes you.

He had a feeling that he liked Colleen, which was true after all. "Even if it was just on paper, you are still not allowed to see any man. You have to remember that, and for that to happen," he said, pulling Colleen at the back of her head and kissing her. It wasn't tender and was meant to punish her. She was pushing him away, but Jared was big, and she was small and weak and had no strength to protest, so she just let him. "I don't want to see you with that doctor again," Jared said after the kiss as he got out of his room.

but there is none. No... no... no... Harris... I slowly look back at the hotel as Harris’ voice ring in my head shouting Don’t look back, Amy! Run! Run! Then I see the Passion House, huge, tall, and white in all its glory. Glowing like a kingdom under the sun. I fall back as I see a black smoke slowly from outside of it and gather at its top. Have we succeeded in burning it? I am tempted to go back inside to find Harris but I know he wouldn’t like that.

"Waiting. Holding your breath. Bracing yourself for the fall. Counting the seconds until something goes wrong. Measuring the minutes until it all ends." "How do you know? How can you see that? How can you read me so easily? How can you see through me?" "Because I've been there. I've been that person. I've waited for the door to slam, for the rug to pull, for the floor to drop out. I've held my breath for years. It's exhausting, Ava. And it's going to kill what you're building. It's going to suffocate the love you're trying to grow. It's going to destroy everything you're trying to save."

Our attraction, making up for every blemish and every weakness. Our Passion was perfect regardless of our imperfections.

My whole body was on fire now. I should be running away. I should burn with rage against him I thought. But the fire in me burned within me was not fuel by rage, but by passion. I held on to the headboard above my head, and met his eyes. I knew he saw the fire in me, I saw it in him too.