Passionate Words Novels & Stories

Her breath touching his skin made him electrified. Anthony pinched her chin up and looked at her with intense passion flaring in his eyes. He bent his head to touched her lips. He gave her a breath taking passionate kiss that she almost felt like she was drowning. “ Don't ever do that again, my love. I swear I can kill anyone who lays a finger on you. You're only mine. Got that!” Anthony whispering while breathing heavily, catching up his breathe. Danielle smiled and nodded. She rested her head on his broad chest. She was catching her breath too after their lips parted.

Every word which you utter 7 years ago While looking in my eyes, on which I believed more than my life was only a lie a pure lie You Are a LIAR shiv You are a Liar. But why My Heart is refusing to believe in all these things which are happening around me. I want to hate you. But My Heart isn't ready to listen to me. It only wants to love you. Why my Heart is yelling only one thing that you are innocent & perfect. My Heart always reminds me that there is something which I don't know I am just fed up with this fight which is happening between my heart & mind. She said to herself. She doesn't know that in which direction

“Wow, you still have the audacity to ask me to watch my words? I’m surprised that Samson Ardly hasn’t killed you yet, and I admire him for his restraint!” There was a look of disbelief on Adrian’s face. He took a long drag of his cigarette. “Okay, I’ll stop talking about this. But you’re in the wrong here, so you should stop acting so righteously after taking advantage of Summer. You’ve never gotten attached to any of your sugar babies, have you? Why don’t you just let everything past and stop hurting that little rabbit?”

he said as he lifted both of his legs, looking at him with concern and love as those emotions glisten in his eyes when he slowly places how weight on him and positioned himself. Maxwell took a deep breath waiting for the pains to come in, as he bit his lips trying to hold his loud cry, as Andrew pushed into him slowly, as a bead of sweat formed on his head, before he pushed his full length into him causing him to main out. "I love you, babe," he said between a deep breath as he began to move in and out of him slowly at a steady pace, as the sudden pain was now mixed with pleasure causing Maxwell to grab the sheet tightly breathing heavily.

His touch ignites a wildfire within me, engulfing me in its passionate flames. "Tell me your desires, and I may grant you more than you could ever imagine," he whispers in his deep, seductive voice. My cheeks flush crimson, mirroring the rush of blood that coursed through my veins just moments ago. Goodness! Is this the overwhelming sensation one experiences when they encounter their destined mate? I'm only 19 years old, yet my body burns with an intensity I've never known. The passion in his voice fills me to the brim, pushing me to the edge of my desires.

Passionate but not daring. He smiled against her lips as he thought to himself what was the use of resisting if they couldn't go against their desire for each other? It's a pressure they can't fight let alone resist. He sighed at all those thoughts as he called himself stupid. What is he thinking when all he has to do is feel? Yes, to feel her lips overlapping his, her fingers caressing his face, her tongue brushing his, her body burning his but above all, her pelvis rubbing against his.

The hisses of their voices merged with the sound of their mingling breaths, a symphony of passion and frustration. With every touch, every caress, their anger transformed into a fiery passion that threatened to consume them. Their bodies moved together, a dance fueled by conflicting emotions that ignited their senses and obliterated the world around them. It was as if their love-making became a vessel to express the depths of their anger and desire, a way to bridge the chasm that had opened between them.

God, what is it about him that it's just so fucking irresistible? The effects his words are having on her body right now is like he has a manipulative sensational power taking hold of her senses like the God of seduction making it extremely hard for her to catch her breath. In the next moment before she can say or think about anything else, he rips her nightgown apart taking her off guard and she gasps. "Oh f*** Jasper. That was my favorite."

Joshua cried and practically pleaded, “Rain, could you give me one last chance?” Rain had seen Joshua cry multiple times before, but his tears had always been reserved for Lily. This was the first time Joshua cried so sadly for Rain. Complicated and indescribable emotions welled up in her. After a long pause, she said, “I’ve given you eight chances, Joshua.” It was not once, nor twice, but eight times, and what did Joshua do? Joshua’s face was drained of color. He had never taken Rain’s words seriously. In fact, when he heard her talking about giving him eight chances, he found the idea hilarious.

Words that I never want to say to him, because it scared me that it might be the truth. I took a deep breath but it did nothing to quench the longing threatening to implode inside me or the fire begging to be fanned between my legs. I had to get out of here or I might just surrender and give him exactly what he wanted. My submission. I buttoned up my shirt and turned to face him. I just hope my face does not betray me. “I hate you Tristan,” without waiting for a response, I spun around and walked out of the room, then the rest of the way from the cottage back to my room, not stopping until I was safely inside my room.