Passion The Series Novels & Stories

Fuck it. She climbed onto his lap, clasping his face then tracing the angular lines of it with her red-painted fingernails. He let out a soft moan, his hands wrapping around her hips as her skirt rode up her thighs. The sweatpants were soft against her but that’s where the softness stopped. His fingers roughly gripped her, like he was having a hard time maintaining control. They stared at each other and closed their eyes as their lips connected. His hips bucked and his fingers jammed into her hips with a possessive stronghold. His mouth claimed hers with such passion she weakened in his embrace.

“With Javier, I never have to wonder. He tells me exactly how he feels. He doesn’t hesitate.” Jessy exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down her face. “Haven, I love you, but this is some serious soap opera shit.” I let out a shaky laugh, half-choked, half-bitter. “Tell me about it.” Her tone turned firm, cutting through the mess in my head. “Listen. Passion feels amazing—it sweeps you up, it makes your heart race, it makes you feel alive. But passion isn’t the same as love. Don’t confuse the two.”

“That's nice. Is it like ours that we'll receive when he dies or he finally do it the way others do theirs “ “If you mean does Stephanie start using the money when she turns eighteen? Then yes, he allowed that.,” “That's brilliant. So you'll move in?” “On one condition.” “Nope. I'm not teaching you how to do a perfect arch.” “Come on” she pouted, amusement in her eyes. “No, now tell me what you want.” “Let's go see Dylan. You haven't kept your promise.” “Fine, pick a day and we'll go. You still haven't told me the origin of your gay men fetish.”

I started to get tired of insisting, maybe it was time to end it all. That thought as I walked home, I know Bill will make a fuss about me leaving without his permission, but I stopped caring, I was tired of begging Bill for his attention, last night's humiliating rejection had been the straw that broke the camel's back. As I opened the door to my house, I thought of Brandon. He had seen me nearly naked in pictures, but as long as he didn't say anything to Bill, everything would be okay, I guess. I don't even know how to feel about that.

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.

She arched against him, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation, her nails digging into his back as she reached for the peak. Vincent lowered himself and kissed her once more. With each thrust, he reaffirmed his love, his devotion, and his unrelenting passion for her. The room soon filled with the sounds of their pleasure, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. It was a symphony of passion, a testament to the enduring strength of their love. As the fire between them grew, Isla surrendered completely. Something about Vincent’s intensity fueled her own desires, awakening a need in her that had long been dormant. She felt a primal urge to connect with him on this deepest level,

"Oh goodness. It's passion. I think maybe passion is your connecting emotion. You touched me earlier and you produced fire and now I was touching you and you could make it disappear." "So you have to be touching me to make it work? I could definitely get used to that." "No...just think of me when you try next time." Penn smiled slightly. "Bring the fire back." He stepped away. I took a deep breath again. Think passion. Penn's hands on me, touching me. Kissing my neck, breathing heavily in my ear. Taking off all of my clothes in a frenzy. Moaning as he enters me. His sweaty body moving against mine.

Passion fog flooded her sense of sight. Without saying anything, he hurriedly stripped off everything attached to his body. Starting the game he had been waiting for. Not even a minute in, his wife seemed to stiffen. "Hey, what's wrong, honey, why hemm?" Barra asked while holding back her burning passion. "I'm... scared," Serena whispered while biting her lower lip. That expression further ignited the fire of romance that she had been harboring. Barra growled to neutralize her passion that had never been extinguished. He was even more curious to make love further.

All we have to do is wait for it to boils and stir everything up. "What do you love the most about buddae jjigae?" He asked "Everything." I looked at it and he chuckled "How's Callie?" I asked "She's great, she often ask about you but I ignore her. She's annoying." Christian stir the jjigae "She's cute you know." "She's a devil at home." Christian shook his head "Oh come on, she's cute." "She's not." He shook his head "She's your sister." "I know but she has an annoying side." Christian said

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?