Passion Romance Kit Novels & Stories

Once she stopped loving him, her heart became harder than anyone else’s. “Why won’t you give me another chance?” He was in despair, but he could not accept it. “In the past, no matter how I treated you, you always forgave me! Why not this time?!” He practically shouted the last few words. This time, Rain remained silent for a while. When she spoke again, some sadness appeared in her calm eyes. “Because I just found that I might have fallen in love with the wrong person over the past eight years.” The Joshua she loved was the Joshua from eight years ago, not the husband who had become someone else completely different because of Lily.

He smiled at me and asked, "What's up, Kevin? Thinking of joining me? I think you can handle it pretty well. It's way less trouble than your previous company, and sometimes, you'll get women coming on to you." "What kind?" I was confused. He grinned mysteriously. "Remember I told you that Sunset Highway is a man's paradise?" I nodded. "That's because there are a lot of girls out here doing budget travel or just looking for company. If you're lucky, you might run into a few of them." I remembered reading news online about girls who traveled without money, relying on their bodies to pay for their journeys. I never believed it. "Are you serious? Isn't that some made-up stuff on the Internet?"

Both of them were gasping for breath in the throes of total satisfaction. Dipping her fingers into the coating on her chest, Karen brought it to her mouth to taste the salty fruit of their sex. “Wow, Kyle...that’s a lot of cum. You must have really been excited.” Karen couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction that she had managed to retrieve such a massive load from her new young lover. “I love it.” “I was. Jesus, Mrs...Karen. You’re so gorgeous.” He was like a willing puppy, ready to please her whenever she liked. His lips found hers and she eagerly welcomed his passionate kiss as their sweaty bodies came back into reality. She had definitely found her ideal lover, and in a nice young

⸻ He fucked me slow. Deep. The couch creaked beneath us. Our moans filled the room. He whispered filth into my ear. I scratched his back, rode him harder, begged him not to stop. We were lost in heat, in betrayal, in the kind of passion that destroyed people. I came again. And again. He followed, groaning as he spilled inside me, teeth gritted, face buried in my neck. We lay there afterward, still. Breathing. Shaking. My heart screamed.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

Or will destiny spell out another option? Midnight Kiss Genre: Historical Romance/Curvy Romance TAGLINE: The dark temptation of his embrace compromised her, but could she trust a scoundrel with her heart?

It wasn't conquest; it was communion, his touch igniting sparks along her nerves, awakening desires she'd buried under layers of trust and betrayal. Memories of past affections paled, Thorne's caresses now mere shadows against this vivid blaze. Riven explored with a patience that built layers of heat, his lips softening then firming, coaxing responses she hadn't known she craved. Her fingers curled into his collar, holding on as waves of emotion crashed—fury at the lies, a tentative hope blooming in the cracks. The kiss stretched, time dissolving into the rhythm of their shared exhales, the car's gentle sway adding to the intimacy.

Why did my father have to spring an unexpected marriage on me when I just succeeded in melting his walls, making him mine, and convincing him that I'm the woman for him? “You should leave, Katherine.” He sighs, snapping me to the present. I shake my head. “I don't want to. I miss you.” “Don't be ridiculous.” “Make love to me, Jonathan.” I beg. He runs from me as if I'm the devil. “Leave, Katherine.” He sounds tortured. I move closer, smiling that his resolve is weakening and he doesn't want me gone as he pretends to. I unbutton his shirt, trailing kisses on his skin as I do. I will miss his body. He shivers, his eyes following me. He keeps giving me half-hearted protests which I don't listen

Flaming and pouring. Jeremy burns with desire to give Serin a very special gift of intimacy she won't ever forget. Romantic, full of passion, unforgettable. He rose up after tasting her appetizing pussy then positioned himself on top of her. Caressing her seductive nakedness, he started kissing her neck again. Serin nailed her fingers on his broad shoulders down to his maculine chests. Their hot bodies rubbed, making them fall into a more thrilling excitement. Jeremy couldn't stop savoring her flesh, her sexiness was just so addicting. His kisses got wild and steamy. Her touches became pleasurably sensual. The night deeply crawls with blazing romance that sets the room on fire. Jeremy, as he

Make them both fall on the floor with each other. Somehow time seemed to stop spinning. The two people who hated each other looked at each other with unblinking eyes. The distance between them was so clos e, Xavier could feel the warmth of Bianca's breath against his cheek. ** Sinokmput