Passionate Novels & Stories

Even though I'm a horny girl I still get standards, and trust me they are pretty high. I'm in my current predicament because my business partners thought it would be nice to have our once in every month meeting this time at 'Passion' which they clearly know would be impossible and 'difficult' Passion is what anyone will call rich, expensive and everyone's fantasy. Not only was it built for the rich but even amongst the rich, not every rich person can enter. And luckily all my business partners have access to Passion so they thought it would be the best place this time. But here we are all horny and wanting to be anywhere else but in that hall, we choose to have our meeting.

HUSBAND. He smiled sadly. She didn't want to acknowledge their marriage but didn't react. He was tired of always reacting to every little thing. If he was to win her back, he had to start with always controlling his temper especially around her. ‍​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌‍Book From Passion to Obsession, chapter Chapter 43, page 1 read online

Jasper leaned closer to Summer's ear and said, "Since you’re so confident, of course I have to enjoy myself and let this possessiveness run loose. Otherwise, I have no other method of dealing with it!” "Jasper Miller!" Her whole body went stiff. Summer wanted to push him away in panic.

She tastes like passion, like pure, unrestrained passion, and I want more. So we begin to close the gap even more than before. What begins as a small peck becomes more passionate. The rest of the world spins so fast it becomes non-existent. I lean even further into her, and our body melts into each other. It is as if I can feel a fire blazing within me, out of control. We are completely and utterly in sync at this very moment.

Safe. Passion was a roller-coaster, an explosive force, a whirlwind, and he suddenly knew that was what Divyanshi Trilok represented, what he'd felt caught up in while he was with her… passion in all its range and dimensions. It was pervasively disturbing. And intensely alluring.

she said to me and ran up the stairs as I started towards her. I caught up to her in our bedroom and I pinned her down on the bed, my hand already underneath her shirt. She laughed and then she kissed me slowly. When I pushed inside her, it felt like more than just our souls that were bonded together. It felt like my life force was mingling with hers and it was a feeling of power so strong that I didn’t even realize the flames that enveloped us as we moved together. Her orgasm triggered mine and the flames died out around us as my heart rate calmed and my breathing evened out. Adara was looking curiously at me. “That was the most intense it’s ever been.”

How could you not when one hit feels like this? "Yes. I have not been able to get you out of my system enough to fuck anyone else." Stephane replies, his dark eyes glittering in the small space between us. Pure lust and passion sparkles in them and my mouth goes dry. He is intense with everything he does. Everything he says. It is too much.

Another nip, a little harder. “I like you angry. I like you passionate. I like you wild. I like you the way you are and you don’t ever have to be anything else for me.” Anna was trembling, her gaze wide and smoky and dark. She didn’t say a word, only reaching for him, bringing his mouth down on hers. But that was all the response he needed, because he could taste her answer in the desperate, hungry kiss that she gave him, as bright and as passionate and as demanding as she was.

Patricia's response was equally fervent, her hands gripping his hair and pulling him closer, her body arching in perfect harmony with his movements. The room, filled with their combined essence and the storm’s relentless fury, was a sanctuary of passion and connection. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust was a testament to their deepening bond, and as the intensity reached its peak, it felt as though the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the undeniable, all-consuming power of their passion and longing.

She tastes like passion, like pure, unrestrained passion, and I want more. Then we begin to close the gap even more than before. What begins as a small peck becomes more passionate. The rest of the world spins so fast that it becomes non-existent. I lean even further into her, and my body melts into hers. It is as if I can feel a fire blazing within me, out of control. We are completely and utterly in sync in this very moment.