Passion Novel Bl Novel Novels & Stories

"Pass the butter?" He shoved it over, knuckles white. "You're playing with fire, Delilah." "Maybe I like the heat." Giggle. Richard cleared his throat, oblivious—or pretending. The rest of the morning blurred: unpacking help from both, hands brushing thighs, accidental tit grazes. Every touch stoked the fire; by lunch, my pussy was a sopping mess, clit hypersensitive.

I would say seductively which I knew he would see the invitation in my eyes. Unlike Jim, I am certain Blake wouldn't hesitate to grab my waist while he pins me against the counter as his lips are claiming mine in a kiss that's all fire and demand. “I have wanted this for years, Kate. Watching you play a perfect wife while he ignores you? Criminal.” as his hands would roam rough yanking my top to expose my breasts, while his thumbs circled my nipples until I arch into him. The fantasy flooded my mind as Blake bending me over the kitchen island as he thrust me so deep.

It almost feels like I just won the lottery. “Slip your hands into my hair.” I hesitate before doing as he says. His scalp feels warm in my hands, his hair as soft as silk. “Now kiss me with passion.” I pause. “What if there’s no passion?” His gaze narrows. “We both know there’s plenty.” My breath catches. I can feel my nipples pucker as they graze his chest. Something about the kiss is different this time as our lips collide. He’s unresponsive as usual but, heat courses through my whole body.