Passionate Novels Novels & Stories

Watching her wake up has become one of my new favorite pastimes and I don’t want to miss it this morning, although she won’t wake up for another couple hours at least; she’s a night creature. I get up and walk back into the bedroom. Stopping at the foot of the bed, I laugh softly as I see the three of them tangled up in each other’s limbs. I then proceed to our library nook in another corner of our room, sit in my favorite chair, and pull out the romance novel I started to read last night. It is a good one. A story about an author who gets a movie deal and gets tangled up with the three male actors who audition to play characters in her book.

When she finally sat on his cock and he entered her, it felt like he came home. “Oh baby, I can’t wait. Take all of me and don’t leave anything behind.” He cried out as his hips thrust up into her on their own accord before, he even knew he did this. Ana rode him like he was a bucking bronco and cried each time he bottomed out within her. The scent of their combined passion, and the feel of his driving desire. The emotions flowing between them had her riding one overwhelming wave after another. “It’s so close George more, please! More, deeper, harder. Yes!” she screamed as she came, her core clamping down on his cock as it milked him for his passionate response.

[This is just a preview of the book, the rest of the history its not in this platform] I am aware that many would die to be in my position, in Vanessa Collins' position: married to the great millionaire Bill Allen, living surrounded by luxury and being a partner in a multi-million dollar company, but still, there is an emptiness in me that nothing can fill. Not even the greatest luxuries in the world can fill what I have lost and will never get back. I released an intense sigh as I watched my husband come downstairs for breakfast.

I did not want you to be hurt anymore just like your exes did—" "Shut up, Lillian," Dorcas shouted, looking at her friend in the eyes. "Just shut the fuck up,you liar. I met Nathaniel first and we were doing well before you came into the picture and let him get distracted from me. You fell in love with the man I was in love with, aren't you ashamed? And who gave you the stupid right to pity me, huh? I just hate you all the more with that. You don't want to hurt me just like my exes did? Are you crazy? You have no right to pity me when I'm not someone seeking charity."

His strong hands quickly steadied me, preventing me from falling. Our bodies were intertwined, and I could feel his arousal pressed against me. I was consumed by heat, yearning for him. Only he could quench the burning desire that overwhelmed me in that moment. He looked into my eyes, then at my lips, desire emanating from his gaze. And then he kissed me. Like hungry animals, we devoured each other's lips, lost in a whirlwind of passion. Suddenly, he pulled away, a smile playing on his lips.

During the meeting yesterday, when he spoke about their sexual life, she assumed that he was talking about her toy. But he seemed to be speaking to them both. Maybe he didn't want her to feel terrible. The students began settling in their seats, and she knew that the professor was here. Modern literature was her favorite subject, so this could be her therapy. However, it turned out to be her trauma because the professor who walked into the class was none other than Elio!

After licking her breast, I nearly howled from how sweet and delicious this girl is. She’s fighting herself, because I can see the goosebumps on her body and how she reacts to my touches. Stubborn little girl! I’ve tamed ones far more difficult than her. “That evening there was a misunderstanding…” — I still want to explain, before my brain shuts off completely from the passion this fiery little thing stirs up. I’m tired of her thinking I’m some worker of the ancient profession. “A misunderstanding is what you’re doing right now!” — she growls like a wild cat when my actions become even more explicit. “Are you really going to take me by force?!”

Patricia Before I could’ve cough or hiccup or do anything else to disguised what I had just done, his eyes found mine and they just stayed there. My breath hitched, not prepared for the intensity of his stare. I was surprised. His desire was very evident, unshielded, and it confused me why he wasn’t making any attempt to hide it like I was. I didn’t have to worry about that too much because he halted my thoughts as he stepped closer, his hand dropped to my thigh pushing it apart so he could stand between my legs. In all this he never looked away. His hand travelled lightly from my thigh to my bare waist. I bit my lip inching closer to him. My hands left the counter and planted themselves on

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.

"So what's got you stuck? Plot hole? Character motivation? Or..." He paused, and Emma could swear he was holding back laughter. "What?" she demanded. "Nothing. It's just that 'Heat Between the Lines' sounds like it might be a romance about books. Or writers. Am I warm?" Too warm. Uncomfortably, impossibly warm. "It's about a novelist," Emma admitted reluctantly. "And let me guess she's struggling to write authentic passion because she's never actually experienced it herself?" Emma's mouth fell open. "How did you—"