Passion Ethan And Theresa Novels & Stories

“Are you only angry because Scarlett moved on?” Ethan kept moving, jaw clenched, eyes straight ahead. He didn’t respond. He didn’t slow down. The comments floated behind him like poisonous confetti. “Jealousy isn’t a good look, Ethan!” “Is it true you lied because you want your wife back?” Ethan ignored every word. He reached his car, yanked the door open, and slipped inside, exhaling sharply as soon as he shut it. He looked through the window toward the hall. There—near the red carpet—Scarlett and Stefan stood side by side, cameras flashing around them like wild fireflies.

Initially, I had punched my *ss against his thighs, however, when his thrusting fast-paced, I leaned forth, stretched my arms as far and I could and grabbed a handful of fresh grass to support myself. As he pleasured me, he suddenly tightened the grip around my waist and punched me further. I could feel my orgasm forming within my walls, and his knob becoming thicker and harder. It didn't last before he poured his warm content inside my walls, while I arched my back for a spasm. Even after that, he caressed my back while enjoying the afterglow. After getting dressed up, Peterson looked at me and smiled, “I can't believe we f*ck*d in an open ground!”

Arabella was not helping. She had gone from purring to something louder and more insistent, pressing forward inside me with a heat that was entirely her own and mixing with mine until I couldn't cleanly separate which was which. She wanted to go to him. She wasn't being subtle about it. She was pushing at me from the inside with the specific urgency of something that had been waiting a long time for exactly this and had run out of patience for the gap between where we were standing and where he was sitting. "We're over, Serena," Ethan said, his eyes still moving over my body without any apology in them at all. "As you can see I'm busy with my fiancée."

His eyes were a dark green as he peered down at me in all seriousness. “Unbelievably happy,” I breathe. I could feel his hard length against my sensitive entrance. With no warning, he dove into me, and I was filled completely with his thick shaft. My body arched against his as I wrapped tightly around him. I shuddered violently around him and he made no movement. I ground against him impatiently and he leaned down to nip at my lips. I wanted and needed more than the nips and I crashed my lips against his. He kissed me back with overwhelming passion, he pulled out and thrust into me hard. He held me down as he took me with desperate need; claiming me as his. Ethan stared down at me with a fir

Ethan's POV I sensed the longing in her gaze, pleading for more but I refused to yield so easily. I craved to hear her voice, to feel her surrender completely. Chelsea's cries of pleasure echoed in my ears, igniting a primal desire within me unlike my girlfriend who is never satisfied but sweet. I pushed myself into her, slow and deliberate, ensuring every inch penetrated her deeply, reaching depths that ignited a fire within her. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I filled her completely, our bodies merging in a primal dance of passion and desire.

Their commitment to each other is evident, and it seems like they are building a future together. Ethan, on the other hand, is more enigmatic. His emotionless demeanor makes it challenging to gauge his capacity for love. He appears to have built a protective barrier around himself, likely as a defense against potential heartbreak. Yet, I’ve noticed a change in his interactions with Seraphina. There’s a glimmer of hope that Sera might help Ethan open up and adopt a more relaxed approach to life. His serious nature seems to affect those around him, and I hope Sera's influence can bring about a positive shift.

I felt a sharp burn of anger, remembering how he had looked at me and made hateful comments at me earlier inside the hall. Anger wasn't the only feeling, curiosity filled my heart, I wanted to know about this man. Something electric and hot slid under my skin, a feeling that I refuse to accept and will not name for fear of jinxing it. “You are bold” I said with low tone, “I'm just honest” Ethan said tilting his head over to my face. “Maybe honest to a fault” “I doubt that” “You do realize that you are talking to the Crown prince of Valderra”

"This marriage is a burden to me as much as it is to you, Ethan. But you’re a public figure from a powerful family, the least you could do is have a little self-respect." But Ethan's eyes remained cold and distant, his focus stolen away by the allure of the other woman. His voice dripped with dismissiveness as he retorted, "You are yearning for attention Scarlett. Accept your fate and play your part. There is no room for you in my world." His little eye candy giggled and wrapped her hands around his elbow. She rolled her eyes and went on to kiss Ethan while looking me in the eye. They disappeared up the stairs, hand in hand, giggling and chuckling a lot. As soon as I got to my room, I squeez

He was fully, painfully aroused, the fabric of his trousers growing uncomfortably tight. A low growl rumbled in Ethan’s chest. “Argh, baby…” he breathed, utterly captivated as she not only matched his passion but took the lead, her tongue exploring his mouth with a curious, intoxicating confidence. When they finally broke apart, gasping for air, her words were a drunken mumble against his cheek. “I love your taste, Ethan. I want more of it.”

The desire he could so easily awaken in her was astounding. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before.Even during her marriage to Edgar sex sometimes felt like a chore,a chore to fulfill her wifely duties,but with Ethan it was different.It was love and lust all rolled into one blazing inferno of passion and longing.He made her feel like a goddess and she wouldn’t have it any other way.