Novelas y relatos de Romance Novels In Italian

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. Gabriella struggled pushing at his hard chest but he was far too strong for her and his kiss was igniting fires deep in her core. He broke the kiss and lifted his head, dark stormy grey eyes locked onto her wide emerald green ones, ‘Che bella rosa inglese, sento il tuo desiderio e sento la tua passione, mio piccolo gatto infernale. So cosa vuoi e te lo darò.’ [Such a beautiful English rose, I feel your desire and I feel your passion my little hell-cat. I know what you want and I am going to give it to you.] He kissed her again and the flame turned into an inferno, her lips parted

His thick dick slamming my throat. His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me, urging me on. His breathing grew more ragged, his hips pistoning against my mouth as I worked him over. Our mingled fluids – his precum, my saliva – dripped down his shaft, painting us both in a slick sheen of lust. "Cazzo, Non seresti tu la mia rovina, amore," he rasped, his voice thick with his Italian accent. "Mi stai facendo impazzire, cazzo Lena. Stai creando in caos così bello per tuo papi"

“She asks, I answer. Balance in the universe.” India turns back. “Why Italian all the time? You know I barely understand half of what you say.” Fabiano clutches his heart in mock horror. “Half? Maledizione! That’s my fault. Roman didn’t teach you?” Her brows rise. “He barely teaches me how to survive him.” Fabiano waggles his eyebrows. “Ah, but surely he’s taught you some Italian. Maybe… in bed?” “Fabiano!” I bark, heat climbing my neck.

"Looking all lovey-dovey." "Don't you two have studying to do?" "It's summer." Giulia waved off the suggestion. "And this is much more interesting. Uncle Matteo, the Ghost, all soft and romantic." "We didn't think it was possible," Marco chimed in. "Thought you were made of ice." "I'm going to be made of anger if you don't—" "Matteo." The voice cut through my annoyance like a blade. I turned to find Mrs. Clementine Romano, Vincenzo's mother.

Her name was Annalisa, short for Anna, which she preferred being called, yet she liked it—she liked when he called her Peach. Anna took her lips in, sighing inaudibly as her eyes fell on the books that sat idle on the table. Last night, he had brought the books that she had been trying to reach for that day at the library: Learning Italian for Beginners. Most times, it was his nice acts that made her want to go mad, like that day he took her to the hospital… No! She shouldn’t be thinking about this. She shouldn’t be thinking about him, even if he had burned the necklace Domenico had gotten for her, only to replace it with an exact replica.

Pulling Angel’s knees up. Tony’s hands smoothed over Angel’s hips, again. Slow and reverent. Then he kissed them. His knees. But his eyes have gone dark. Full of desire. HIs silver eyes brewed a storm. Their eyes met. As if searching for something. Not moving yet. “Ti desidero (I desire you).” His eyes say the same. “Voglio sentirti dentro (I want to feel you inside).” His eyes are truthful. “Ti prego, di di si (I beg you, say yes).”

“Even if you never remember being Vanessa?” “Even then. I love you as Victoria. I’ll love you as Vanessa. I’ll love you as whoever I turn out to be.” Alessandro had kissed me then, soft and sweet under the Roman stars. “Ti amo, my beautiful wife.” “Ti amo anch’io.” The Italian had slipped out without thought. Natural as breathing. Alessandro had gone still. “Did you just…?” “What?” “You answered in Italian. Perfect Italian.” I’d felt a flutter of something.

“You are married to our master, so it is only natural we call you Ma. I shook my head quickly. “No. Please, call me Elena. It feels wrong otherwise.” She tilted her head, considering. “Alright, Elena. But only if you call me Zia Chiara,” she said, using the Italian word for Aunt. ( Aunt Chiara). A smile broke across my face. “Deal,” I said, and we both laughed. As she set a steaming dish before me, I frowned at it curiously. “What’s this?” Her eyes twinkled. “This is lasagna al forno. A very common and very delicious Italian dish. You’ve never had it?” I shook my head, wide eyed. “Well, you will love it. Try.” She gestured encouragingly.