Passionate Love Novels & Stories

I don't know how much I have left but I just want to spend my all the time, thinking about him and loving him. I don't want him to think about me, once I am gone. I don't want him to live his life without any partner because of me. Seven years ago, I left him because I wanted him to move on in his life, forgetting me. I lied to him so he would never find me. It was tough for me but I did all, just for his sake. Loving him was never a option, It was need, Need of my soul, Need for being alive.

It was in that moment that I knew I was his body and soul, forever entwined in a passion that burned brighter than any flame. His tongue is fucking me so well, and I can feel knots in my stomach, ready to burst with pleasure. I arched my back, pressing my body closer to his, desperate for more of his touch. His hands roamed over my skin, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both. I lost myself in the sensation, letting go of all inhibitions as he continued to drive me to the brink of ecstasy. In that moment, I knew that I never wanted this feeling to end, that I never wanted to be without him. And as we moved together in perfect harmony, I knew that this passion would fore

"Li Xingyue, I love you too." Glancing at those almond eyes again, he leaned closer and kissed her again. The delicious sweetness doubled when she closed her eyes and responded back. The ocean of love was flowing in their hearts. Feelings of new love were varied, sweet, heartwarming. In love, they feel as if they have found a utopia. Where one can rest himself forever, in the arms of his loved one. Where he found the true heaven, out of that wicked world. Who thought that marriage started only on the condition of divorce, that bitterness would someday dissolve to the sweet taste of love?

DYLAN Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses. It heals in deep ways that lie beyond our human understanding. I had that sort of love within me, drowning me completely and filling every fiber of my being. It drove me crazy and yet at it same time, it was the only thing keeping me sane.

"Not everyone adheres to that." Cherry looks between me and Isaiah, not bothering to hide what she is thinking. "Scandalous..." "People say that here, passion is the driving force behind all relationships. That without it, what is the point?" Isaiah notes, leaning against the doorframe. I’m only able to hold his gaze for a fleeting moment. I know he’s right, and that he truly is the embodiment of passion, just by the way he looks at me with those eyes. I need to work on being so reactive around him if I’m going to criticise Zire for the exact same thing with Cherry.

And because of his unspoken but well-delivered messages, I am more eager to return all his passionate touch. We kissed. Passionately. I know the majority of the emotion present wasn't love. We just met. The word love is too delusional to be mentioned. But I can feel his strong will to make me feel good. To make me feel I am supposed to be cherished, not ravished, not oppressed.

She could feel the raw passion coursing through her veins, a primal need for him that had been building for so long. Ethan responded with equal fervor, his arms wrapping around Luna's waist, pulling her flush against him. His lips moved with a desperate hunger, matching her kiss for kiss, their tongues tangling in a passionate dance. The taste of him was intoxicating, a heady mix of desire and longing that fueled her fire even more.

Emotions: bliss overwhelming, love deepening. He rose, positioning himself, thrusting into her rough and deep, each stroke a passionate claim, the grass rustling beneath them, stars witnessing. "I love you, Alya—feel me," he confessed, pounding harder, his gray eyes locked on hers, emotions raw: love consuming, passion driving.

He turned back and moved closer to Angela. “That’s why I want you to stay away from him.” “Okay, I promise I would avoid him from now on.” Angela said. Feeling pity for him about the loss of his aunt. “But you went in the fire at the resort.” Angela said. Trenton held her chin up with an affectionate gaze. “I make sacrifices for who I love. I love you Angela, please be mine and mine alone.” He confessed his feelings. The words sounded unbelievable to Angela. “Don’t leave me. I would do whatever it takes to keep you by my side. We’re not talking about divorce anymore. I bless the day we got married.” Trenton added. Angela’s eyes glistened with tears. This was really happening.

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.