Passion Romance Novels & Stories

He cupped her face as she felt him brush across her cheek, she could feel her heart glow inside of her as it burnt like a flame as she made a quiet noise of satisfaction when he slid them down touching her trembling lips. Her heart pounded within her, as His hand slid from her cheek to the back of head, his fingers curling through her hair as he pulled her close to him. The feeling she was getting frim all of this felt so good. It felt like everything babe needed wrapped into one one flaming touch . There was a name to it, a term to qualify all this feelings she was having for him– It was passion. "Did you still want to leave?" He said and it felt as though he was trying to kick her to sho

The fire in Evelyn’s body had only burned hotter. As if possessed, she had grabbed his hand and guided it over her body, breathlessly whispering, "Touch me..." His sharp eyes had darkened with lust as he obliged, his hands roaming her body and causing her to moan with every touch. Responding to her moans, he had pulled her closer, deepening their feverish kiss. One of his strong hands had gripped her waist, while the other had tangled in her hair, holding her in place as their passion escalated.

His touch ignites a wildfire within me, engulfing me in its passionate flames. "Tell me your desires, and I may grant you more than you could ever imagine," he whispers in his deep, seductive voice. My cheeks flush crimson, mirroring the rush of blood that coursed through my veins just moments ago. Goodness! Is this the overwhelming sensation one experiences when they encounter their destined mate? I'm only 19 years old, yet my body burns with an intensity I've never known. The passion in his voice fills me to the brim, pushing me to the edge of my desires.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

With a deep breath, I forced a smile, “Guilty Passion.” “What?” “You wouldn’t understand.” I mumbled, lowering my head. “Exactly. When you can’t then how can I? Let me ask you: Do you love my Brother or not?” With a gulp and lowered gaze, I replied, “No. It’s not love.” I looked up at her with a feeble smile, “It’s a guilty passion. Something we don’t want but couldn’t resist.” “Stop talking shit.” She scoffed and stood up. “You didn’t listen to me. Consummate your bond. Freaking Pregnant, want to keep the child. Changing Brother and inviting a calamity. Welldone, Avery! Well done!”

They both could feel an unusual and unknown attraction between them when they were around each other. They realized that it was love. They deeply love each other. But Inaayat's father was a mafia don and a very strict person regarding rules. He laid the rule that every man or woman of their family must have to marry someone within the household. Marriage outside the bloodline was not allowed. Ammara was neither a part of their family nor from their bloodline but Inaayat loved her madly and despite his father's warning of not marrying her, he still married her and shifted to Lahore because his father ordered him to leave the haveli after their marriage. They leased an apartment there but his

His whispered promptings fueled the fire that already burned within me, tempting me to push the boundaries of our passion. I swept Taya up into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist as I strode towards the couch, the nearest haven for our all-consuming passion. The air was electric with tension, our mutual desire a palpable force that drove me to claim her. I knew she wanted me just as fiercely, her soft moans and eager kisses fueling the fire that raged within me.

“Easy there.’’ He lets out, chuckling against my lips as he holds me. I kissed him again this time letting my emotions take over. there was a burning desire inside me to make him mine. To claim his lips with such a burning passion that he could easily distinguish between desire and passion. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the depths of our passion, momentarily we both forgot about the world outside and the troubles that awaited us. At this moment I had already put behind me how much I had spent wanting to hit Weston. I had forgotten how much he had me. How badly he made me feel.How he has broken my heart a thousand times by avoiding me and pushing me away. It is all forgot

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.

My body trembles a little and Cassien moves his hand inside of me again and again. I moan quietly as the twin kisses me on my shoulder, and then back to my lips. I cave in. “You want us,” he whispers in my ear. “I do,” I don't even fight the feelings. His finger squelches out of my cunt, and his twin gets down on my knees, parts my legs and kisses in between. My knees buckle. He runs his tongue over my pussy slowly and sweetly. I bite my lips to stop from screaming loudly in pleasure, while I grip the edge of the mirror to steady myself. Cassien tries to distract me with passionate kisses on my lips , while his twin licks quicker, taking my clit in his mouth.