Passion Novel English Novels & Stories

His intensity is too raw and thick, wrapping around my throat, which is still tingling from his grip. “Tell me, baby girl. Did he touch my fucking pussy?” ** As their journey unfolds, the young couple's passion takes on a deeper and more profound meaning. It becomes a source of strength, a wellspring of resilience, and a guiding light through life's ups and downs. With the passing of years, their love story deepens into a beautiful tapestry, woven with threads of shared experiences, challenges overcome, and dreams pursued. The fire of their passion, though it has mellowed, still burns with an intensity that radiates from the depths of their hearts.

Her hands explored his masculine body and started kissing every inch of him. To my readers: Greetings! I'm Zen and a new author here in Goodnovel. How do you find every chapter of my story? Please let me know your thoughts by commenting down below. Thank you and God bless you all! Stay safe everyone! Love you all. By : Zen

--- I speak in Portuguese, my native language, so he wouldn't understand if he heard me, since I had spoken extremely quietly. We are intense like the fire of passion, but we also know how to be sweet to each other. I hardly know him, at least not in a profound way, and yet I am enchanted by the little I have seen. Sex is no longer just sex, now there is passion involved. I am falling in love with the most eligible bachelor in New York. I have fallen for the foolishness of being totally intense in this contract, beginning to feel a feeling, however weak, for a man who has always made it clear that our relationship will be nothing more than a contract.

Our attraction, making up for every blemish and every weakness. Our Passion was perfect regardless of our imperfections.

This heavy rain is unforgettable for me. He just continues to fucked my ass, and I continue moaning. He holds my neck and he started to moves very fast. Ohh, ahhh, ughhhhh! " This is just what you can hear from me. He kisses my lips, and he continues to move. Ahhhhhh, ughhhhh—these are the words I can hear from him also. "You're so hot; why are you so delicious?" as he said. This is my first time experiencing this lustful feeling."

RAFAEL POV If there's anything I never knew, it's that passion was such a huge deal. And sexual passion? That's a whole different kind of war. It doesn't knock politely. It crashes in, uninvited setting every inch of you on fire until you can't tell the difference between pain and pleasure, fear and desire, sanity and obsession. I certainly didn't remember walking her to the bed. I just remember the heat. The taste of her still lingering on my tongue. The fire curling deep in my gut, setting my veins ablaze like gasoline had been poured into every inch of me, and she was the fucking match.

"Who said passion has to be pure to be called passion?" The couple had an intense staredown. The charged atmosphere was thick with Yuna's palpable anger and resentment. "If passion was limited only to what's permitted, why do you think the saying exists that everything forbidden is desirable?" She clenched her jaw in annoyance. "But passion alone doesn't justify betrayal. That excuse is worse than the sin itself. We're supposed to be respectable people of high society with morals!" The impassive emptiness that had taken over Zavian's face seemed to confuse his wife. "We're just playing a game here. No one is betraying anyone."

‘You’re stunning when you’re angry, minha paixao. ‘Then prepare yourself to be knocked flat by my beauty—’ she jammed her feet into her shoes ‘—because I haven’t even started. And what does that mean, anyway? You keep calling me that—’ ‘Minha paixao?’ He shrugged, looking every inch the arrogant Brazilian billionaire. ‘My passion.’ Great, she thought. Passion. Not ‘love’ or ‘darling’ or even ‘sweetheart'. Not even in the throes of abandoned sex did Rafael Cordeiro make a mistake about the nature of the relationship.

They looked like a happy couple and she prayed that thought actualized. Hailey sighed and wiped a lone tear that managed to come down. “So you really cried? When she refused to let you take her to the bonfire?” She started laughing all over. “The almighty Chase Denver, most Eligible bachelor and third best CEO cried for a woman. ” She laughed again, her stomach hurting.

His tongue rasped a long velvet caress over the stinging little nips. Deep inside, her temperature shot straight to a raging inferno. He fondled his fingers over her folds and she shuddered. He smiled at her, another wicked smirk that sent her heart ascending into her throat. She couldn’t take her eyes from his face. The passion engraved there, the love blazing in his eyes. He unhurriedly sank his finger into her tight, wet channel, and she cried out, her heart giving another surprising lurch as his eyes blurred and flashed.