Passion Romance Kit Novels & Stories

“Let me earn it back. Even if it’s just this weekend.” Dominic’s chest ached. The old love was resurfacing stronger than the resentment, but he clamped down on it. “We’ll see how the weekend goes.” He rolled Kyle beneath him again, kissing him slower this time, hands exploring with a mix of possession and tenderness he couldn’t fully hide.

Roman growled, his deep voice dropping into a rough vibration of pure, hungry satisfaction. His slate-gray eyes burned down into hers, darker than she had ever seen them, flashing with a deadly mix of pride and wild lust. He didn't give her a single second to answer. He leaned down and captured her mouth in a fierce, bruising kiss that took her breath away. His tongue surged past her lips without warning, claiming her mouth with an intense, wild hunger that tasted of raw victory and absolute possession. Mila whined against his lips, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back with equal heat, letting the high-stakes corporate rush bleed into pure, raw desire.

She whimpered as she picked up the pack. “You mean I hit the spot? Keep hitting love. I want to see you go off like a bottle rocket.” Ana felt her body become a quivering mass of expectant desire to find the next level of desire. Greedy, she ground herself against George, who captured her hips with both hands and thrust up into her with a violence.

His eyes flashed darkly for a moment. He then lifted his head again. His face was full of tenderness as he softly said, "Ana, there's nothing more important in this world than you. You haven't answered me yet. Will you be my girlfriend?" One hand held red roses, the other an extravagant and sparkling pink diamond necklace, like a dual guarantee representing love and future. This was beyond anything that was written in romance novels. The young ladies in the coffee shop were excited, their faces flushed. Seeing this, they couldn't help but cheer in low voices, "Say yes, say yes!"

Well. This kiss was no ordinary kiss. It overwhelmed Lily with all the love and passion Joe had trapped inside of him all those years. His strong lips made love to hers; his tongue moved into her mouth with a sensual longing that only a man in love could provide. As their tongues and lips moved passionately together, Lily could feel her body catch fire, her face flush, and her panties moisten. It was the most amazing, passionate kiss of her life. It moved her very soul.

“Damon, it hurts.” He leaves short kisses all over my face. “I know. It’s okay; it’ll pass.” He sinks into me a little further and I arch my back. I feel something inside me break and then he fills me. Tears roll down the sides of my face. “Kiss me,” he says. He’s inside me, but he doesn’t move. His kisses are wet, and passionate, while his hands touch my breasts gently, distracting me, and bringing excitement back to my aching body.

Echoing back and forth from Elice's and Garrett's lips. Alternating. Interrupting each other. Joining in a melodious chant. The passion grew fiercer. The tumult roared louder. And everything around them seemed senseless. There was only the thirst that demanded satisfaction. So Garrett quickened the pace of their lovemaking. Garrett pushed. He pushed. Then thrust. Hard. And deeper. Until there was nothing left. Except the increasingly unbridled feeling. So, in a moment when all the passion merged into sparks of love, Garrett could only surrender to the surge of passion. It took control and allowed Garrett to act beyond his reason.

I declined coldly without even looking at the documents inside. “Why do you keep rejecting me?” he asked. “You shouldn’t waste your talent like that. Don’t be trapped in the past. I did not reply. He sighed, glancing again at my scribbled notes. “I don’t know what you went through in the past, and I don’t know why you’re here brewing coffee now. But I know that the vision you displayed in your designs, your management skills, and your creativity are all real. Isn’t that your true passion?

There was nothing gentle about his kiss. His tongue drove deep into my mouth, claiming me, tasting me, and consuming every sound I tried to make. I wrapped my arms desperately around his broad shoulders, pulling him as close as physically possible, kissing him back with a ravenous desperation. Without breaking the kiss, Travis reached down, grabbing the hem of my sweater and yanking it up over my head, tossing it onto his office floor. The cool air of his office hit my bare skin, making my nipples harden even further. Travis let out a dark growl of approval, his large, calloused hands immediately cupping my breasts, squeezing the soft flesh violently while his thumbs rolled over my sensitive

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.