Passion Novels Novels & Stories

Can You Keep A Secret (Nathan & Daniel) ⪻⪻⪻ Romance / Mature : 1. Taming The Wild CEO (Completed on GoodNovel) 2. Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits / Dark Pretenses ( Clara Summers & Dean ) 3. Taming The Wild Duke ( William & Kate ) 4. Not So Plain Jane ( Steven Summers & Jane Austin ) 5. Irresistible Duology: Simply Irresistible ( Autumn & Phraser ) 6. Dark Deception ( Declan Summers & Ma Qingshan )

It was as if his passion had completely died out for the wife he once adored and loved so much. Daniel had absolutely no desire for Helen, but he let his wife play with his already fully tense perfect. While Helen was still busy with her hot activities, her bottom was getting wet and twitching begging to be satisfied. But Daniel seemed passive, as if not interested in him. Because of the lust that was already blazing now Helen was actually toying with her own with one hand, while her mouth was still busy giving pleasure to Daniel's perfectly tense missile, making Helen's body even hotter because it was burned by the passion that flaming.

In some type of way, it was suffocating. A different kind of suffocation.. Slightly pulling away, My breathing heavy..he seeming barely affected by the little romance.. He smiled, his lips seeming to turn pink.. All sexy, delicious and ....oh my god.. He tasted of caramel berries..slight intoxicated with the taste of weed...something I never thought would become addictive.. "Remind me why I shouldn't kiss you every time I see you.." His sexy voice booming into my ears sent shivers of pleasure I didn't even know existed..

It was the roughest, most passionate kiss of her life. With her heart gripped in pain, she slipped weak arms around his neck as her body eagerly responded to him. All the years they’d been apart were spoken through rough, gasping kisses. They grunted and moaned as he ground against her jeans desperately. He set her down with a thud and hurriedly ripped her t-shirt. He groped her breasts and pulled them out of her favorite bra, then broke it, too, tearing it in half, all the while panting against her open lips. He lunged down to take one pink, tight crest in his mouth, biting it before he moved to the next for a moist hot lapping. She couldn’t breathe. The longing between her thighs was so in

He traced his hand till he could find every bit of those secret places that were known to him– Just him. Soon, we were all over each other as our kissing became more passionate, leaving me gasping for air each time he left my lips to kiss somewhere else. My nails dug into his hair urging him on, pushing him upon my bosom. As he fickled my nipples with the tip of his tongue I moaned into his ear the sweet music of my passion. Would I have ever survived with anyone other than Nathaniel? Would anyone have given me this much passion as he did? These questions popped into my head as he gave me the utmost passion I never thought I could feel at this point in time.

But now I was sober, painfully aware of every touch, every sensation. And I liked it. My brain screamed at me, calling me every name in the book, but I didn’t care. This wasn’t about logic or morality. It was about the way Ethan made me feel, about the fire he ignited in me with just a kiss. For years, I’d told myself that passion like this didn’t exist outside of movies and romance novels. My ex, Tommy Harris, had been living proof of that. Kissing him had always felt like a chore—a wet, messy, and utterly unappealing chore.

she said - daddy’s sweet little girl. It was fascinating to watch her theater. My sister knew exactly how to win over an audience with her untamable spirit. Sometimes I felt her body was far too small for her wild, ravenous, and secretly disturbed soul. Everything became too intense with her. Passivity was tedious. She craved action. She needed the stares, the spotlight, the leading role. If Iris wasn’t the protagonist, there was no story. If she wanted to win, then victory was already hers. If she wanted someone else’s place, she would take it; if she desired another’s affections or accomplishments, she would steal them. So cunning and skillful that, by the time you noticed, everything had

And not enough. They took their time, whispering things in my ears, lips brushing my skin like silk, as if they had nowhere else to be but here, loving me. And as the fire crackled beside us, I realized something: This wasn’t just lust. This was possession. And I was utterly, deliciously theirs. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. Not with Alex’s mouth on my neck, licking and sucking until I whimpered. Not with Asher’s hands sliding up my thighs, parting them with confidence and care, like he owned me—like he always had.

passion – A small fight tests their trust and emotions, blending anger with desire. 82. Study Break Heat – Touches linger – Homework is ignored as hands, arms, and lips connect in private moments. 83. Rainy Balcony – Whispered secrets – Sharing secrets on a stormy night balcony leads to heated caresses and soft moans. 84. Midnight Confession – Hearts laid bare – One finally admits love, leaving the other breathless and flustered. 85. Library Alone – Deep passion – Isolated in the library, flirty touches turn into full-blown intimacy.

Now, I feast. My eyes were set on April as I kissed Anna like she was all that mattered. I guess she just couldn’t resist anymore, and she walked toward us. April pressed against my back, her perky tits pushing into me. Then she trailed her hand along my arm, then my shoulder, drawing me in. I tore away from Anna just long enough to meet April’s lips, and f*ck, the passion flared hotter than fire. Her kiss was desperate and trembling, like she’d been holding back for too long.