Passionate Novels Novels & Stories

- Taming Faye ( English & Taglish version) - Starved Passion ( English & Taglish version) - Her First Mistake - Sweet Bastard - Fire& Gasoline: When Spanks Flies Faster Than Sparks - Indebted To The Billionaire Alpha - Mated To The Kinky and Dominating Alpha I hope you read and enjoy. Thank you💜💜

Janet groped one of Maria's breasts in her hand, pinching her n****e and listening to her soft sexy moan. Maria's fingers moved faster and faster, circling Janet's clit. Janet felt her p***y tighten around Professor Lance as he pumped in and out of her. She could feel every inch of him inside of her, could feel just how tightly her core clenched on each ridge of his c**k. They had fucked before, but this, this time it was ten times hotter, ten times better.

Getting late to work had almost become a routine because of my insomnia which started a little over two weeks ago. Why? I wasn't quite sure. Or, maybe I was, except that I didn't want to admit it. Why would something affecting my work so much have anything to do with him? It's been three full weeks since that night of passion, which was still somehow fresh in my mind as though it happened yesterday. His perfect caresses on my body, his deep sultry voice which I can't get out of my head, his one million dollar scent which assailed my sense of reasoning, the feel of his glorious body against my smooth skin which moulded with his, his length filling me whole like it was made just for me—

The heat was unbelievable. He kept going, inch by agonising inch. Noble was shaking above him, trembling with the strain of taking him. Princely could feel every internal flutter, every clench, the incredible, searing heat swallowing him whole. When he was fully seated, buried to the hilt, they both went still. Noble was panting, his body bowed tight. Princely was buried inside his best friend. The thought should have made him lose interest, but instead, it made him feel fucking aroused.

“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.”

It is hard to keep from falling in love now that the English are here. She had taken me seriously when I told her that I did not require any blandishments, and I warmed to the thought that she might suggest that I had awakened her reflection. I felt that dreadful twinge once more. "You like the English?" "Yes." "Why?" She sighed, "They are very bons garçons, clean, and fine men, and they also have sentiment—Yes, it is difficult not to feel." "What do you do when you experience passionate feelings at that point, Suzette?"

I moaned loudly when I felt him take off my clothes completely. He looked at my body, flames of desire and passion are evident in his eyes. His hands reached for my mounds, squeezing them lightly and playing with my twin peaks. I was shocked when his mouth started fondling and tasting them alternately. I couldn't stop myself from moving. My flesh pulsated with desire. The sensation is just too much that I can no longer control myself. He held both my hands and pinned them above my head using his other hand. While the other was busy touching me there. He continued sucking on my twin peaks, licking and teasing.

Julia’s POV I stirred as the light fell on my face. The memories of the previous night came flooding back, making my lips stretch in a small, satisfied smile. The way we kissed we such passion that threatened to consume me, the feel of his hands as he caressed my naked skin, the feel of his member as it delivered mind shattering strokes…. How could so bad feel so damn good? And that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that I still wanted a repeat of last night.

The fire in Evelyn’s body had only burned hotter. As if possessed, she had grabbed his hand and guided it over her body, breathlessly whispering, "Touch me..." His sharp eyes had darkened with lust as he obliged, his hands roaming her body and causing her to moan with every touch. Responding to her moans, he had pulled her closer, deepening their feverish kiss. One of his strong hands had gripped her waist, while the other had tangled in her hair, holding her in place as their passion escalated.

I don't know if I should like him more for being honorable or hate him for not finding me attractive at all. “Now, you do?” “I still don't.” “Oh!” “Not really.” He sighs. “It's still weird.” “Because you've never tried thinking about it.” “You have?” “Countless times.” I admit. His eyes flash with passion. “In different positions.” I add. “Chelsea,” he groans. I lean forward, my eyes fixed on him. He knows what I intend to do and doesn't move away. The first contact of my lips with his has me reeling with pleasure. It feels better than I had imagined, a thousand times.