Passionate Romance Novels & Stories

And in this moment, she felt an overwhelming sense of love and desire for him. A passionate and fiery kiss was Vincent's only response. His lips met hers with a force that took her breath away. It was a hungry, demanding kiss, filled with a raw, primal energy that sent shivers down her spine. Strong, earnest, almost out of breath, he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fierce urgency.

“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.

Intro; He was once a boy who loved her with soft tenderness and all the sweetness he could offer but now Dante has transformed into a ruthless, commanding force who rules both the bedroom and her every waking thought. Their passion is raw, their encounters volatile, and their connection a firestorm of anger, obsession, and lust. Lyric: Regardless of their arranged marriage her feelings never changed and might not even though he shatters her heart into a million pieces even though he treats her like she’s some stranger begging for attention!

"No! No Agha jaan I never preferred anyone Over you. No one can take your place in my heart. But at least I had this much right on my life to decide that whom I want to marry! I love her!" "Huh love! Don't you love your father? Get out of my sight right now!" "No! Agha Jaan I love you and respect you with all my heart! please forgive us, please at least give us one single chance. I am your son. I am your blood. Please forgive us, if we had hurt you" "If you want me to forgive you Inaayat" he stood from his chair and moved towards them, "then divorce this girl right now"

He went even closer to me and pulled my body towards him. He gently pushed me in and I didn't even stop him. He closed the door behind him and pulled me by the waist. He held my chin up and made me look into his eyes. He looked directly at me as if he was looking for something and waiting to see something in my eyes. My breathing hitched when he slightly caressed the small of my back. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed my body's reaction to his touch, "Because it wasn't just lust for me, Cian. I am badly smitten that I was not able to control myself. All I have in mind is to make love to you that night and make you feel how I am so, so in love with you.”

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.

In the steam, his gaze is a burning gray. "It is you who deserves all the credit, mia regina. For holding on. For patiently shaping me into a man who can, sometimes, trust." I draw him to me and kiss him. It is a kiss that is nothing gentle. It is a claim, a celebration, a conflagration. The taste of water, of him, of us. His hands run over my back, my hips, pressing me against him, erasing the little space that remained. Passion, between us, has never been a soft flame. It is an underground blaze that smolders permanently, ready to ravage everything in its path as soon as it is given the opportunity.

“Easy there.’’ He lets out, chuckling against my lips as he holds me. I kissed him again this time letting my emotions take over. there was a burning desire inside me to make him mine. To claim his lips with such a burning passion that he could easily distinguish between desire and passion. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the depths of our passion, momentarily we both forgot about the world outside and the troubles that awaited us. At this moment I had already put behind me how much I had spent wanting to hit Weston. I had forgotten how much he had me. How badly he made me feel.How he has broken my heart a thousand times by avoiding me and pushing me away. It is all forgot

It was so relatable to her own life experience. Not only her, but even Michael was also stunned. In the second section earlier, Christina felt something familiar with the man, and so she asked about his views on love and marriage. Bill’s answer pleased her greatly. A fleeting passion was not love, as love could only be achieved when two hearts truly become one after years of hard work. She could have been saved from her suffering if she had learned about this earlier. Her marriage with Michael happened because they mistook passion for love. Their marriage came to an end when the passion fizzled out.

It was the roughest, most passionate kiss of her life. With her heart gripped in pain, she slipped weak arms around his neck as her body eagerly responded to him. All the years they’d been apart were spoken through rough, gasping kisses. They grunted and moaned as he ground against her jeans desperately. He set her down with a thud and hurriedly ripped her t-shirt. He groped her breasts and pulled them out of her favorite bra, then broke it, too, tearing it in half, all the while panting against her open lips. He lunged down to take one pink, tight crest in his mouth, biting it before he moved to the next for a moist hot lapping. She couldn’t breathe. The longing between her thighs was so in