Passion Novels Novels & Stories

I don't know if I should like him more for being honorable or hate him for not finding me attractive at all. “Now, you do?” “I still don't.” “Oh!” “Not really.” He sighs. “It's still weird.” “Because you've never tried thinking about it.” “You have?” “Countless times.” I admit. His eyes flash with passion. “In different positions.” I add. “Chelsea,” he groans. I lean forward, my eyes fixed on him. He knows what I intend to do and doesn't move away. The first contact of my lips with his has me reeling with pleasure. It feels better than I had imagined, a thousand times.

Oh, what wouldn’t she give to have him bury his face right there until she came hard! Without thinking twice, she turned and bolted up the stairs, straight to her room. All she could think about was how to get an orgasm to steer her thoughts away from wicked things. Despite her high sex drive, she wasn’t ever lucky enough to meet someone who would satisfy her the way she wanted. She could only rely on her toys. With shaky hands, she retrieved the rose toy from her purse, sniffing it as she took off her panties. Surprisingly, Elio’s scent was still on it. How could that happen when he barely touched it for a minute?

I shouldn't yell at him. I opened my mouth to talk but a mlam escaped my lips instead when he buried his face on the nook of my neck. "Hmm."I moaned out softly. “Stop “ “ Let me go” l said Calmly. I tried my best to force back another moan that wanted to escape my lips. I don't want him but my body does. My body was reacting to every of his touch. I'm already wet. “How do l hate him but yet Crave him this much”

The music was too loud for them to talk normally. Coral nodded her eyes on her phone screen. A minute she showed Chloe what she was doing till now with a smile. Chloe scrutinized the content, not having any sort of idea what it was shown. “What the heck is Paradise of Pleasure?” “It's a place where people go to enjoy themselves,” Coral explained in an amusing tone but Chloe didn't like it at all. She grabbed Coral's phone from her hold and went through the information about that place. The more she read, the more baffled she was. She scoffed reading the description of the place. She zeroed her gaze at the green sign and the words that said ‘BOOKED’ at the end of the page. She blinked, making

There, she’ll be pushed to explore public submission, threesomes, girl-on-girl temptation, and more. If you crave dark, explicit stories laced with BDSM, dominance, rough passion, multiple partners, punishment, humiliation, and raw, forbidden heat, this one’s for you. * * * CHAPTER 1 — Axel Questionable bio… Left Only group photos … Left Not my type … Left “Hey, are you alright, man?” Levi asks. “Yeah,” I reply, dropping my phone on the table. “I’m just getting really fucking tired of getting catfished with all this online dating crap. Every time I show up to meet a chick, I feel like I’m playing Russian roulette.”

Her touch was soft but demanding, and it was stoking a fire that was burning way too damn hot. I broke the kiss, my voice husky and dripping with need, "You sure about this, Addison? Once we start, there's no turning back." Her eyes bore into mine, fierce and hungry. "Yes, please..." With that green light, all the damn restraint went out the window. I gave in to the passion that had been building up inside me for way too damn long. I surrendered to the hunger that had been gnawing at me. "Fuck," I groaned, "still so tight for me. Your pussy's gripping me like it never wants to let go."

Theo growls, his voice low and rough, hands framing my face as his mouth crashes onto mine. The kiss is hungry, passionate, tongue sweeping in deep, claiming every inch of my mouth. I taste the whiskey, feel the stubble on his jaw scrape my skin, and I moan into the kiss. My hands fist his shirt, pulling him closer, our bodies pressing tight. His scent wraps around me, that woodsy cologne mixed with something exciting that always hits me straight in the core. He backs me up against the wall, one thigh pushing between my legs, grinding against my bare pussy. I moan into his mouth, my hips rocking instinctively, the friction sending sparks up my spine. But he pulls back slightly, teasing, his

I could feel the faint rise and fall of his chest against my back, the occasional twitch of his fingers on my hip, possessive even in repose. My own breaths came shallow, ragged, as if my lungs couldn't decide whether to panic or surrender. The room smelled of us….sweat, sex, the faint musk of his cologne mixed with the lavender from the sheets. It should have been comforting. Instead, it twisted something sharp in my chest. *What the hell am I doing?*

Good heavens, his look could have set the whole world on fire. There was no lust in us, no irrational desire either; the heat was so intense that I was finally able to put a name to what she provoked in me: passion. There wasn't that primitive urge to possess her and get carnal satisfaction because this goes beyond the physical. It was the ability that she had to turn on every corner of my interior without touching me. I ran from her neck to her mouth with such reverence and delicacy that I was surprised that fire could be present with such a soft and delicate act.

"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."