Passion In Reading Novels & Stories

Then she sat down beside him on the bench, not across from him, beside him, close enough that their arms almost touched, and opened to the first page. His father’s handwriting was small and precise. Notes crowded the margins in blue ink, questions, responses, arguments with the text, the occasional single word that was its own entire reaction. She turned a page. Another. Each one populated with thought. “He argued with everything he read,” Ryder said quietly. He was looking at the page too. Close enough that she could feel the warmth of him along her left side. “Said passive reading was just expensive sleep.” She almost laughed. “He sounds like you.”

Pride and authority drips off of him in waves. My head is swimming as he lets go of me the words bouncing around in my head like a pinball" I I im sorry your magisty" my words stuttering and mushing together.I thought i was afraid before sure a wolf ingenral is terrifying but the alpha" god help me" i scream in my head. Fear has sepped into the very lining of my bones causing my hands to shake. The stories told to me as a small child flash in my head causes me to panic. taking slow steps back i watch him wide eyed self preservation is slowly starting to take hold as the small distance between us growns. with out thinking of the consequences i turn on my heals and run! My own words from last

God, what is it about him that it's just so fucking irresistible? The effects his words are having on her body right now is like he has a manipulative sensational power taking hold of her senses like the God of seduction making it extremely hard for her to catch her breath. In the next moment before she can say or think about anything else, he rips her nightgown apart taking her off guard and she gasps. "Oh f*** Jasper. That was my favorite."

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.

Chapter Two POV: Pierce De Luna I got off from my shift at the restaurant earlier than I normally did. My whole body ached but my mind was as active as a child's color book. I kept thinking about her- Kelly. There was something about her that separated her from most girls. She was not your average girl; that part was evident. From her fiery red hair to her brown eyes that reminded me of chocolate balls, then her lustrous golden skin, it was impossible to resist her.

Starved Passion::: Davin leaned closer and kissed her again, Ivana closed her eyes shut savouring the taste of his lip, Davin remained patient a little, journey of seduction were meant to be savoured, as he kept his hormones in check while his lip searched her mouth. He tried to ignore his body screaming to possess her, the need to plung himself inside her was getting beyond his control as he held her closer. Her body responded to him even when she stood there silently, his torture groans filled her ears as her eyes were filled with the same equal desire which overwhelmed Davin's body as his mouth took possession of hers, she could feel his arousing passion as she closed her eyes.

He was the one who took the book from me. "Saying the one whose life is all about making money," I snorted. "That's my passion, and I have no shame in admitting that I live for my passion," he explained. "Then there's reading, which is another one of my interests. Do you understand what I'm saying? Now return the book to me "I was fuming. "No, I will not, because there are things more important than reading," he said as he drew the book back. "Like?" I arched my brow.

He moved it all around dulling all other senses only to heighten his touch and taste. And despite the limited space, the raw need to feel more and taste more shone the brightest in the pitch black. I'm not sure who made the first move or how my body managed to be shifted from the front to the back. But that's the thing about passion . . . Not only does it sneak up on you, it can consume you. And in that moment it overwhelmed us both to turn the back seat into our own land of poetry.

Ace was a person who was always hard to read and hence, everyone had to be wary of him. "I love her." Ace did not hesitate. This was the first time he stated his feelings towards Summer clearly "But unlike your traditional love, you won't understand this feeling I have for her. In Summer, I can find the sense of accomplishment of a Creator, do you understand?" Ace raised the corner of his mouth. The independent personality in Summer's body was created by him. He saw with his own eyes her being born, becoming independent, and growing.

Safe. Passion was a roller-coaster, an explosive force, a whirlwind, and he suddenly knew that was what Divyanshi Trilok represented, what he'd felt caught up in while he was with her… passion in all its range and dimensions. It was pervasively disturbing. And intensely alluring.