Novel & Cerita Passion Ethan And Theresa

“Come for me, baby. His words were like an order to release, and she moaned loudly, arching her back and shuddering convulsively. Ethan chuckled in delight: "The vision of paradise!" Without waiting for her to recover from that sensual intoxication, he lifted her legs and penetrated her in one stroke: “Oh, you are so hot, Alexis! He wrapped her in his arms, holding her captive under his large body. – Wet, so tight… Do you know what that does to me? He gave a powerful thrust and another and another, he seemed lost in his own desire. She clung to him, still being buffeted by small waves. She dug her nails into his strong back and kissed him hungrily.

Liam asked. "Two days," Ethan said, and Sebastien laughed. Liam knew something was up. "What's with E?" he asked, and I laughed. "A crush," was all I could say, and Ethan left the room quietly to save himself from what he felt was an embarrassing situation. "Crush, you say," Liam asked, almost laughing. "On a certain girl at the orphanage. Both he and Anthony have it completely bad for this girl. Her name is Chelsea, and she is Winter and Summer's ward. It seems she has captivated them," I said, and Liam laughed.

But another part, the part filled with rage, betrayal, and the hollow ache Tessa had left leaned forward instead. “What’s the catch?” she asked, her voice low. For the first time that night, Ethan’s smile widened. “No catch. Just a partnership. You’ll get the satisfaction of destroying Tessa. I’ll get the satisfaction of destroying Ares. Together, we’ll both win.” The waiter returned with their meals. Succulent steaks, roasted vegetables, fine wine. Neither touched the food immediately. Their eyes remained locked across the table, two broken souls circling the spark of a dark alliance.

Elena was at his feet where she had been sponging Ethan's legs and Mikhail pushed his hips forward so that his shaft was right in front of her mouth, then he grabbed Ethan roughly by the back of his head and smashed his lips against the shocked mans. Sparks literally flew as the lights short-circuited igniting the flames in their hearts as Ethan groaned and opened his mouth, allowing Mikhail entrance as their tongues swirled sensually against each other. Mikhail felt the moment Elena took his shaft into her mouth, the sensation of feeling complete rocketed through the Trimates setting their souls on fire with the intensity of the passion that gripped them.

Ethan replied. “ I want you to come on a double date with me and Fiona.” “ you are joking right, you know I am not dating anyone right now.” he looked chagrined “It does not matter, I can arrange a date for you.” “ not interested.” “ Think about it, you can't stay alone forever.” Before Ethan could reply, a voice spoke on his behalf “set the date, he will join you.’ “ Mrs. Theresa, good to see you again, you look breathtaking.” Gaius complimented and rose to give her a perk on both cheeks.

he repeated, his voice lower, rougher this time. Sofia’s body stiffened, her fingers still buried inside her. Panic and shame flooded her senses, but so did something else—excitement. She couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, as Ethan stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click. The air grew thick with tension, the space between them charged with unspoken desires. Ethan’s eyes met hers again, and this time, there was no mistaking the hunger in them. It was there, evident. The hunger in his eyes made Sofia’s fingers thrust in and out of her again, and his eyes could not miss that shameless honesty of Sofia’s action.

He fed her own passion with his, building the fire between them until it raged out of control. Ethan was everywhere she was. In her body, in her mind, in her heart and soul. They shared the same blood. And, God help her, she could deny him nothing. Not when he was rising above her, surging hotly into her, his body slick with sweat, his mouth in a frenzy of hunger and need. It was the most erotic thing she had ever encountered. Pearl didn’t care if she ever returned to herself. She was flying, soaring, sating his terrible hunger for the first time in all his centuries of living.

"Damn it! Just watch! I’ll destroy that ugly face of hers! I’ll break her until there’s nothing left!" Ethan laughed—a short, cold, dismissive sound. "It seems that Miss Cassandra Vanguard… simply isn't interesting enough for Diego Ronan Blake." His taunt hit the bullseye, piercing Cassandra’s deepest wound: her inability to trigger passion or rebellion within Diego. "How dare you speak to me like that?!" Cassandra fumed, her eyes blazing. Ethan had lost interest. He waved a hand, turning to leave. "Forget it. Diego isn't coming back here tonight. You’d better call your usual gigolo," he said with a piercing, mocking tone, "to release that useless anger of yours."

Gasoline ignites like a dragon’s breath. We watch them burn. At 12:07, the feed goes black. Ethan pulls me into his lap. “Day seven.” I straddle him, fists in his hair. “Twenty-three left.” Outside, the house roars.inside, we kiss like the world is ending. Because it is. And we’re just getting started

It seemed like a business rival Ethan had crushed and cornered lately. The man called Ethan, "Ethan, take a pick from your childhood sweetheart and your love post-amnesia. Who are you saving?" Ethan kept cool on screen, but seeing the bruises on Hanna's shoulder cracked him. "Touch a hair on Hanna, and I'll bury your whole crew!" I shut my eyes, a sour sting hitting them. Tears silently slipped down my face. No surprise. I should've known Ethan's pick.