Passion Novel English Novels & Stories

His strong hands quickly steadied me, preventing me from falling. Our bodies were intertwined, and I could feel his arousal pressed against me. I was consumed by heat, yearning for him. Only he could quench the burning desire that overwhelmed me in that moment. He looked into my eyes, then at my lips, desire emanating from his gaze. And then he kissed me. Like hungry animals, we devoured each other's lips, lost in a whirlwind of passion. Suddenly, he pulled away, a smile playing on his lips.

Anna was on fire, and her inhibitions were fleeing the raging inferno that threatened to swallow her. Neil had never desired a woman as much as he desired Anna, and he couldn't figure out why. Was it his daring attitude that led him down this perilous path? Why could this one woman unleash his tightly contained impulses and cause his passion to erupt? When this has never happened with other women before? He had surely made out with any random girl but had never encountered this scorching passion. Her arms unintentionally wrapped around his strong neck. Her lashes flew up, and her gaze was drawn to the bright hue of his eyes.

Julia’s POV I stirred as the light fell on my face. The memories of the previous night came flooding back, making my lips stretch in a small, satisfied smile. The way we kissed we such passion that threatened to consume me, the feel of his hands as he caressed my naked skin, the feel of his member as it delivered mind shattering strokes…. How could so bad feel so damn good? And that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that I still wanted a repeat of last night.

This felt too unreal, like those paid dramas I and mama used to watch when I was little. “Flustered? No” I answered. He stared at me, his wet hair dripping on his face, his eyes were calm, yet, they brimmed with passion. “So tell me Amelia, shall I name you the flustered cat? You seem flustered to me” he said, his eyes staring at mine and then down to my lips and then to my eyes again. What is this feeling? I could feel my heart hammering against my chest, my body feeling hot even with the Air conditioner turned on.

I could tell he wanted to come and just like that, I felt his warm milk splash into my vagina. Laughter escaped my lips as I turned to kiss Jackson, we were still breathless and sweating from the rough sex, and the heat still lingered in the air like there was fire between us, an unquenchable passion. His hand remained on my waist as he lifted me from the dining table, setting me back onto the chair. His touch felt soothing against my skin, exactly what I needed as I adjusted my dress. “You are so sweet, mi amor,” he said, kissing my cheeks, his lips soft and soothing. “You fuck me so good, baby; see how sweaty I am.”

Isla's eyes widened as she gasped, her body arching involuntarily, her nails digging into the sheets. This wasn't the usual tender Vincent she knew. He was fiercer now, unleashing his passion with every thrust. His movements were powerful, relentless, driven by an intensity that matched her own. Isla cried out, her voice a mixture of pleasure and surprise, as she rode the wave of his passion.

Released from suspense, she deeply exhaled and turned around. There he stood naked and hard in front of the closed door, having tricked her. She gasped, her hand fluttering up to her parted lips. His eyes were filled with the old lust she remembered so well, and they seemed lighter than they usually were. He strode swiftly to her and pulled her up by the backs of her thighs as he shoved her against the horrible wallpaper and enveloped her mouth with his own. It was the roughest, most passionate kiss of her life.

My mother committed suicide because. I clench my fists again as I think of all the things I missed out on because I was too busy with training or going to some party with the guys . There is a link to an online drive with the username and password on the letter, I grab my laptop and log in. The contents of what he has saved here causes such a fierce hatred to well up inside me that it takes over my whole being.

The final entry, scrawled in a shaky hand, was different: October 31, 1887: A revelation. The priest speaks of spiritual bonds. My bond to Eleanor was love. But what of other passions? A fever can burn as hot as devotion. A hunger can consume as completely as grief. Perhaps… perhaps the anchor is not the emotion, but its intensity. Only a passion as fierce as my despair, a fire as hot as my ice, could burn these chains away. A soul offered in carnal heat, not heavenly love… could that be the key? It is a dark thought. But the darkness is all I have left. Clara’s blood ran hot then cold. Her fingers traced the words carnal heat. Her own body, aching and responsive to the unseen, was a testame

It is hard to keep from falling in love now that the English are here. She had taken me seriously when I told her that I did not require any blandishments, and I warmed to the thought that she might suggest that I had awakened her reflection. I felt that dreadful twinge once more. "You like the English?" "Yes." "Why?" She sighed, "They are very bons garçons, clean, and fine men, and they also have sentiment—Yes, it is difficult not to feel." "What do you do when you experience passionate feelings at that point, Suzette?"