Passionate Novels & Stories

P.V. Liam Frey Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I started to break everything possible in the room. Not before I had recovered from the knee Luna gave me. I couldn't have done that to her, not to my girl. Fuck! Why do I always do things without thinking? Always letting anger dominate me. I waited 3 years to come and do shit? I'm a son of a bitch and a bastard. My room was already totally destroyed. I went to the dresser and took a bag of powder, made a little row on my arm, soon I felt it inside me and starting to feel calmer.

Passion burned between them like a consuming flame, fierce and unrelenting, igniting them from within. Aric moved with the primal force of a wild beast, his energy boundless, as if exhaustion were a concept that could never touch him. Once… twice… three times… The air in the cavern quivered with the mingling sounds of restraint and release, a symphony of tension and surrender. Water rippled gently in the background, while the torchlight flickered like a living witness to their unrelenting passion. Time dissolved, leaving only the endless rhythm of their bodies and the intoxicating pulse of desire.

She forced a small smile and I lifted her chin with my hand and planted a soft kiss on her lips. The rain did well to add emotions to it because soon the small drizzle began to hit the glass as our kiss intensified. There was just always something this woman's kiss did to my body. I was always so quick to respond. I wasn't complaining since this was exactly what I'd signed up for. She wrapped her hands around my neck, taking my tongue passionately. I didn't want it to ever end. I could already feel my erection. I pulled away for a second, breathing hard, "what do you do to me?" I shook my head hungrily.

"What do you do when you experience passionate feelings at that point, Suzette?" "Mon ami, I quickly go for a fortnight to the ocean—one is lost on the off chance that one becomes hopelessly enamored in the metier—the man stomps on then, at that point, — stomps on and sneaks off—for everything great one must never feel." "Yet, you have a good nature, Suzette; do you feel for me?" "Hein?" she asked, pointing to all of her tiny white teeth. "Thou? —Thou art very rich, mon chou." Ladies will continuously

“Over my dead body! You can keep dreaming, because that’s never going to happen!” Her fists clenched, her fury consuming every rational thought. “I raised them alone! I sacrificed everything for them! What gives you the right to take them from me?!” Adam didn’t answer right away. Instead, he studied her intently. There was something… captivating about her anger. Unlike the carefully measured responses he usually got from people, Evelyn was raw, unfiltered. Every emotion played out clearly on her face—anger, fear, desperation. It was rare to see someone so utterly unguarded.

In some type of way, it was suffocating. A different kind of suffocation.. Slightly pulling away, My breathing heavy..he seeming barely affected by the little romance.. He smiled, his lips seeming to turn pink.. All sexy, delicious and ....oh my god.. He tasted of caramel berries..slight intoxicated with the taste of weed...something I never thought would become addictive.. "Remind me why I shouldn't kiss you every time I see you.." His sexy voice booming into my ears sent shivers of pleasure I didn't even know existed..

Passionate. Forever ours.

“That was the hottest thing I have ever seen. Last chance, Darlin’, are you sure? He asked as he rolled a condom on. She nodded, and he pushed himself into her, hesitating when she gasped loudly. Going slowly, he gradually pushed himself all the way into her, seeing the tears form in her eyes. “Oh…My…God…” Her lips brushed against his neck with every word. He took her lips in a sweet yet fiery kiss and he slowly continued, continuing slowly until her moans turned into pleasure instead of pain. She was so tightly wrapped around him he wasn’t sure how long he would be able to last. He wanted to last all night, but it wasn’t that long before he was exploding in his own land of ecstasy.

"T-Tank you. You don't look bad yourself, Callan." He cringed, and I laughed. " How do you know it's me?" He asked me surprise. I stuttered and blushed. He chuckled. "It's okay. I hate that name." My brows furrowed. "What Callan?" "I don't know it's just.. I know I don't really know you but, my dad has been hard on me with his company's, and it becomes stressful you know? I'm his last option, and I couldn't deny the offer." I nodded, and he continued. "My older brother Zamiel denied my dad's offer because he had a passion for singing, and second-oldest brother Stab, is pursing his acting career and taking care of his son and his wife." He licked his full pink lips as he stared up at the sky.

I needed release so bad, and this was one of those times where it was going to fly effortlessly up to greet me, or so I thought. A pair of ice-blue eyes fluttered open, and if his fingers hadn’t already done the job, those beasts set me aflame. How could someone feel like they were drowning and on fire at the same time? The things this man did to my body, effortlessly, and with nothing more than his eyes. He made me euphoric in one moment, and furious in the next.