Passionate Words Novels & Stories

"I know but I don't care either. You deserve what is about to befall you. You and Lydia." "Please..." The power within me bubbled like a cauldron that threatened to overflow. My tongue rippled with warm sparks as I said the damning words. "ki iku ba le e." From the depth of my chest, the fuzzy feeling within grew. It felt like an all-consuming fire that swallowed me all. My legs thrust from the floor and my sight became hazed with the glowing heat that was borne from my soul. The heat flowed to my fingertips. When I had had my fill, my fingers edged towards the glamoured guard and I let go of the energy completely.

With a fierce determination, he deepened the kiss, igniting a fire within me that I knew would never be extinguished. With a low growl of desire, Trence surrendered himself to the intoxicating rhythm of our bodies, his touch igniting a wildfire of ecstasy that blazed through every fiber of my being. And as we lost ourselves in the throes of passion, With each caress and each whispered word of passion, the intensity between us grew, building to a fever pitch that threatened to consume us both. And as the heat of the moment engulfed us, we surrendered ourselves to the undeniable chemistry that crackled between us, lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy and desire.

My head nuzzled her neck, taking in her scent, needing to feel the intimacy between our bodies and for her to calm down. My lips came to her ear and my hot breath swept across her skin, making her back arch then her body relax into my chest. A smile crept on my face, loving the way she reacted to my touch. I never felt so connected to anyone before. "Fire comes from letting your passions run free. Anger can fuel fire magic, but when it is used to create it, the flames will burn uncontrollably or just die out as quickly as they came." My hand that laid on her stomach began teasing her as my thumb drew small circles. "Let go of the anger and feel the passion inside you. The passion to save you

This felt too unreal, like those paid dramas I and mama used to watch when I was little. “Flustered? No” I answered. He stared at me, his wet hair dripping on his face, his eyes were calm, yet, they brimmed with passion. “So tell me Amelia, shall I name you the flustered cat? You seem flustered to me” he said, his eyes staring at mine and then down to my lips and then to my eyes again. What is this feeling? I could feel my heart hammering against my chest, my body feeling hot even with the Air conditioner turned on.

I mumbled, but he managed to hear me and violently held my hand. “Don't you ever say anything like that again!” “You're hurting me!” “I told you a thousand times. Once you are the wife of a man like me, you will be forever.” “A man like you? A heartless man?” Suddenly, he pulled her close to my body and passionately kissed my lips. I didn't follow the kiss, on the contrary, I broke the contact. He rejected me a moment ago, why did he want to kiss me now? “A heartless millionaire, that's what I am. A heartless millionaire who has you as his possession. Mine forever, my dear. From this marriage you never get out.”

He kisses me in the most passionate way I have ever felt in my life. God, I suddenly feel so hot. He savours my lips deliciously making it hard for me to think. The kiss is not calm. It is rough. Fervent. Hot. Irresistible... Fuck. His lips against mine are captivating. It is so powerful, so sweet, so mesmerizing. I have never felt anything so... God, I have no words for it, and I can't resist that. Who the hell will? Who the hell in her right senses will resist this deliciousness?

Louise “Si vis pacem, para bellum” is a Latin expression that, translated into Portuguese, means “if you want peace, prepare for war.” My sister had it tattooed on her forearm when she turned eighteen. My father questioned what a rich and beautiful girl could possibly understand about wars, since the phrase seemed far too aggressive for someone so angelic as his firstborn. Iris never gave him a true answer. All she did was stretch her lips into a smile, revealing a perfect row of white teeth, pretending she could indeed be mistaken for naïve. “It’s just an interesting phrase, that’s all,” she said - daddy’s sweet little girl.

He moved with a raw, undeniable power, his hips grinding against mine, creating a heat that spread like wildfire through my veins. He leaned down, his lips finding the sensitive skin of my neck, then my ear, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. "Davina," he whispered, his voice a low, guttural rumble, laced with an intoxicating passion that stripped away my remaining inhibitions. "God, baby" his voice, usually reserved for his possessive commands, now felt like a desperate plea, a raw confession of his own vulnerability. He murmured words I couldn't quite decipher, a torrent of possessive whispers and desperate moans, his passion a tangible force that consumed the air around us.

With love, affection, and desire, yours forever… Alexander. An unexpected wave of emotion washes over me, leaving a silly, uncontrollable smile on my face. His words have an almost hypnotic effect, something that envelops me and makes me sigh deeply, as if every phrase was written to captivate me just a little more. I reread the card over and over again, each reading drawing me further into the hidden meaning of his words. It’s as if I can hear his voice whispering these phrases in my ear, and the thought of belonging to him, of having something so genuine and passionate, fills my chest with a joy I can barely contain.

His whispered promptings fueled the fire that already burned within me, tempting me to push the boundaries of our passion. I swept Taya up into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist as I strode towards the couch, the nearest haven for our all-consuming passion. The air was electric with tension, our mutual desire a palpable force that drove me to claim her. I knew she wanted me just as fiercely, her soft moans and eager kisses fueling the fire that raged within me.