Passionate Words Novels & Stories

Softly, gently, but with a passion that left me breathless. As his lips met mine, it was like a spark of electricity had ignited between us. The air around us seemed to be charged with tension, and I felt like I was melting into his embrace. The kiss was fierce and passionate, like a stormy sea crashing against the shore. It took my breath away, leaving me gasping and wanting more. I seemed like I was being swept off my feet like the ground beneath me had given way, and I was falling, falling, falling into the depths of his eyes.

she whispered fervently. He didn’t reply to her, only dropped a tender kiss on her lips. The words spurred him on, his pace increasing as he chased his own climax. With a few particularly deep, angled thrusts, he sent her flying over the edge, her body shuddering and clamping down on him.

Another nip, a little harder. “I like you angry. I like you passionate. I like you wild. I like you the way you are and you don’t ever have to be anything else for me.” Anna was trembling, her gaze wide and smoky and dark. She didn’t say a word, only reaching for him, bringing his mouth down on hers. But that was all the response he needed, because he could taste her answer in the desperate, hungry kiss that she gave him, as bright and as passionate and as demanding as she was.

Pride and authority drips off of him in waves. My head is swimming as he lets go of me the words bouncing around in my head like a pinball" I I im sorry your magisty" my words stuttering and mushing together.I thought i was afraid before sure a wolf ingenral is terrifying but the alpha" god help me" i scream in my head. Fear has sepped into the very lining of my bones causing my hands to shake. The stories told to me as a small child flash in my head causes me to panic. taking slow steps back i watch him wide eyed self preservation is slowly starting to take hold as the small distance between us growns. with out thinking of the consequences i turn on my heals and run! My own words from last

I bounce, and he follows immediately, like a hungry beast. — I’m going to devour you all night. — You’re wasting your time talking. Get to the action. — At your command, ma’am. It was a torrid night. One of those that you only experience once in a lifetime. A passion that tears us apart, that devours us. Between two breaths, two moans, two caresses, we are reborn. A part of me awakens, a part I have never known. Passion… it both burns and shapes you.

I wanted him to bend me over this dining table and s*x me senseless in front of her. Instead, I smiled sweetly and said, “It’s so nice to finally meet you… Dad.” The word tasted filthy on my tongue and wrong. Darius’s jaw muscle ticked hard. His knuckles turned white around his wine glass, but his voice stayed deep and perfectly controlled when he replied, “Pleasure to meet you too, Katie. Your mother has told me so much about you.” That professor tone — the same one that made my thighs clench in class — now sounded obscenely sexual. My n*pples hardened painfully against my thin top and I was still soaked from earlier, my p*ssy throbbing with every heartbeat.

Or was I just one more piece of woman flesh to tame and take? "Oh, my pet. You are exquisite." His voice was husky and seemed as raw as my passion, his words creating a small flash of fire in my loins. I felt the tiny spasm and thrilled when he groaned as new moisture rushed to fill my pouting lips. I know he saw what he words had done to me, and thrilled that it affected him so.

“Ahhhh… yeeeesss… harder… ooooh god, yes!” He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand, the other sliding down to rub my clit in fast circles. “Quiet, baby. Wouldn’t want Jake hearing how much his little sister loves getting fucked by his best friend. You're gonna come for me like a good girl? Come all over this cock that’s stretching your tight pussy?” His dirty words pushed me right to the edge. I nodded frantically, whimpering and moaning uncontrollably. “Ahhh… ahhh… I’m so close… Alex… please… oooohhh yesss!”

I watched like a woman who has not decided yet whether she is allowed to want something this open. Virupaksha sits beside me on the low log. Not touching. The heat of him still reaches across the space between us. Sandalwood smoke. Iron. Thunder. The scent of him sinks into my lungs and refuses to leave. After a long deliberate silence he speaks, voice low, velvet, just for my ears. “They are… enthusiastic.” I snort. “They’re loud.” “Passionately loud.” A faint smirk curves his mouth, fangs glinting in the firelight. “I approve. The valley needs more of that energy.”

Emma blinked her black eyes and asked him uncertainly. "Seeing how hard you worked just now, of course I have to do something to make it up to you." Archie concentrated on chopping the vegetables as he replied in an extremely evil manner. Emma's face instantly became hot and she softly retorted, "Who worked hard? I didn't." "Yes, passion is like fire. It can even more explain your actions just now." "Archie, can you speak less?" Emma became even more embarrassed. But it could not be denied that just now, she seemed to be. . . Overly enthusiastic.