Passion Romance Novels & Stories

I kind of wished he hadn't because I have no regrets about what happened and I definitely prefer the wild way he was with me than what he's trying to be right now. That's just how I want it. I don't want comfortable; I want passion. Passion like the one I had last night. Passion that still lingered between my thighs even after hours of it. I'm talking about passion that involved the deepest of kisses and the most savages of fucks. Passion and a man that will kiss me like it's the only thing keeping him alive. Because in the end, there's passion or there's nothing. "I can't do that, " Ryder whispers, pulling away to create some distance between us, and I raise my brows at him, tongue swiping

Her eyes which were earlier filled with fiery triggers were now overshadowed and consumed in passion as I thrust in and out of her. She moaned louder, totally consumed by the sensation of the romance. The romance was fast and rough, it was all about getting the burning desires in us quenched and not about sharing any intimate moment. In a few minutes, we were both on the floor, panting so hard and trying to catch our breath. "So does this prove that I miss you?" I asked, still breathing heavily. "It sure did," Jessica replied, her hands caressing my exposed chest. "And you sure know how to get the right spot."

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

“Thank you for the compliment. Does that mean I've bent you to my will?” I was going to regret what I was about to say but I couldn't help myself. “Let's see how it goes.” He frowned. “I need you to be certain, Sabrina. I can't read your mind and need you to communicate with me. You are the first person I couldn’t read no matter how hard I tried and it drives me crazy, in a good way though.’ Why did that sound like a romantic confession? He continued. “Do you want to be with me, Sabrina?”

At the annual Mafia Summit, my childhood sweetheart, Salvatore Russo, falls victim to an aphrodisiac slipped to him by a beautiful spy from a rival family. And I, the cherished daughter of the most feared Don in the west, willingly become his antidote. That night, he drives me to the edge of breathless surrender, again and again. "Principessa, what did I ever do to deserve your favor?" he mutters. From that moment on, his love consumes me whole, making me forget what loneliness ever felt like.

I said impulsively, not knowing I had let it slip. “I have nothing to do with her” he protested “If you say so” I said, staring at him. Almost immediately I could feel the tension in the car, our faces inches apart, his eyes were soft and then I felt his lips brush mine, a soft, passionate kiss, it felt relieving, my lips on his, his hand on my face, my heart raced once more, my face reddening. “Will this convince you?” He asked, his eyes locked on mine as he pulled away from my face, I watched his face undo my body, my heart raced too fast, I thought it would pop out of place and I think it almost did.

His thumb traced the delicate curve of my cheek, a touch so tender it made my breath hitch. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, surrendering to the warmth that spread through me like wildfire. His lips brushed against mine, tentative at first, as if testing the waters. Then, when I didn’t pull away, the kiss deepened. It was messy and imperfect but bursting with all the pent-up emotions we’d kept buried for years. The world outside faded until there was only the feel of his hands on my waist, the sound of our breaths mingling, and the fire igniting between us. It was a reckless, desperate kind of passion—the kind that could either save us or destroy us both.

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.

“But just for tonight, I will be gentle.” I felt a hint of relief and before I could mutter any words of gratitude, his lips came crashing down on mine. Devouring my lips hungrily, his bruising kisses left me longing for more. I threw my arms around his neck as I matched his hunger, kissing him like my life depended on his lips. When he prodded my lips for entrance, I parted my lips eagerly. His tongue ravaged the inside of my mouth, tasting and fighting for dominance. By the time he broke the kiss, we were both out of breath. I barely had time to catch my breathe when he traced feather light kisses down my neck, he paused and sucked at my nape, until all I could see were blinding lights of

I clear my throat and lift my nose. “Arrogant. Just to be clear, I didn’t mean anything sexual.” He eyeballs me from head to toe, blatantly. “Don’t worry, Barbie. The day I fuck you, it’ll be because you begged like a bitch in heat for it.” I would never beg a man to call me a bitch! Bastard! “So what do you want, dog?” I snap. Don moves closer and lifts his fingers, pushing a strand of my hair back, his skin brushing mine.