Passionate Novels Novels & Stories

The man, the older the more perverted. Jake who heard that just chuckled. He looked intently at Maria. "You know, I always can't help myself when I'm with you." Suddenly, Jacob had grabbed Maria's neck. He kissed his wife's lips which still tasted sweet to him. Even though time had changed everything, for Jacob, Maria was still the same. Always beautiful, charming, and seductive. The two old people are back in love. Kisses, even soft touches they give each other. Maria is still sane to understand where her husband is currently going. She couldn't help but chuckle while following the game started by her husband. Until now, Maria still admired Jake's body. The man still has strong muscles in e

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!

At the annual Mafia Summit, my childhood sweetheart, Salvatore Russo, falls victim to an aphrodisiac slipped to him by a beautiful spy from a rival family. And I, the cherished daughter of the most feared Don in the west, willingly become his antidote. That night, he drives me to the edge of breathless surrender, again and again. "Principessa, what did I ever do to deserve your favor?" he mutters. From that moment on, his love consumes me whole, making me forget what loneliness ever felt like.

Okay, kids — I’ll take responsibility, I’ll support them and their mother, but marriage these days isn’t required at all! Yes, I looked for her. Yes, she gives me a rock-hard boner and my emotions are on edge, but that’s all lust and passion! And also some kind of thrill and a desire to tame the stubborn one. But with time all that will fade and I’ll get bored. And then how are we supposed to tolerate each other? Leaving the premises of our company, I headed to the nearest bar with an overwhelming desire to get fuc… to get drunk, basically.

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—"

Seraphine didn’t discriminate. It was highly likely that the books here were put without his knowledge. Kayden wasn’t the man to read at the library. The library could just be here for the sake of it. Not contemplating further about this, she skimmed through the title of the novels. A lot of new ones have been released over the period of five years, and not being able to choose, she randomly grabbed one. From the title, it was a romance between a prisoner of war and a duke. This did some intriguing to Seraphine. Even if she knew it was going to have a sadomasochistic premise, judging from the title and the small snippet, she was still drawn in.