Novel & Cerita Terres De Passion

I asked sliding my tongue over my top lip again. He stared at me with hot eyes for a few seconds, cleared his throat, and shifted in his seat. He picked up the cheese-laden cracker and gently fed me, then slid his hands slowly across my lower lip. I sighed softly, loving the feelings he ignited in me just from one touch. Lewis sighed softly too and I saw that his light brown eyes had become dark and he had the hot look on his face again. He took my hands and pecked them one after the other. “You do so many things to me, Valerie. You also make me feel many things. Many unwelcome but enthralling things that I like a lot”

His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched. The force of the kiss swept me off my feet, leaving my body weak and trembling. Still, there was no denying it was effective. The burning heat inside me eased considerably beneath his fierce passion. Like a drowning person clutching a lifeline, I refused to let go of Tucker. Instinctively, my hands found his shoulders. I held on awkwardly, desperate to keep up with him. I eventually lost all sense of time. As the kiss broke, I collapsed against him, struggling to catch my breath. My misty eyes and flushed cheeks lent me an unexpected allure.

From that moment on, his love consumes me whole, making me forget what loneliness ever felt like. But in the third year of our marriage, someone sent me a private video of a man and a woman. It's from Rosa Conti, the same woman who once drugged Salvatore. In the video, Salvatore's voice is thick with desire. "Darling, of course I remember. The one who should've been in my bed that night was you." Then, Rosa sends me another voice message, taunting, "Arianna Moretti, for three years, he's been dulling your claws, turning you into something soft and spoiled. Everything he did was just to bring me back."

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.”

I don't know if I should like him more for being honorable or hate him for not finding me attractive at all. “Now, you do?” “I still don't.” “Oh!” “Not really.” He sighs. “It's still weird.” “Because you've never tried thinking about it.” “You have?” “Countless times.” I admit. His eyes flash with passion. “In different positions.” I add. “Chelsea,” he groans. I lean forward, my eyes fixed on him. He knows what I intend to do and doesn't move away. The first contact of my lips with his has me reeling with pleasure. It feels better than I had imagined, a thousand times.

Our attraction, making up for every blemish and every weakness. Our Passion was perfect regardless of our imperfections.

I notice that all of them are quite wobbly like Erebus has no control over them yet. “On the count of three,” I hear Harris tell. “One...” I put my left foot on my back, positioning myself to run. “Two...” “Three!” We both turn our backs from them and headed to the door. I run along with Harris so fast that I feel like I am giving away my legs. He is holding my hand towards the doors of The passion house. We are going to do one thing that we have not tried before they can catch us. We run so fast with our hands intertwined. I hold him close as gun bullets fly around the room- attempting to stop us in our tracks. I hold him as the Erebus starts to consume everything that is inside the hotel.

"I'll kill you!" Lydia only laughed. If she wasn't drunk or under the heat like I had been earlier. I would say she had run mad. She looked at me in a way that made my wolf snarl like the hungry beast it was. "Hate is a strong emotion. The line between love and hate is thin. They both share a common denominator, intense passion." "It doesn't change the fact that I hate you with every inch of me. If you think the kiss from earlier changes anything, you are painfully wrong."

Mad I can't help but let out soft moans when his tongue delved deeper into my wetness. I can't even keep my head still because of the intense sensation I feel. He held both my thighs hard and wide apart as he continued sucking me down there. I whimpered in pleasure when his movements went faster, not letting me hold on to the thin line of sanity left in me. I can hardly recognize my own voice in the dizzying feeling he gives me. He looked up to me with longing and desire, lust and passion altogether written on his face. I'm quite sure my expressions reflected his.

Bringing my lips up to his, I sank into him, running my hands over the planes of his back, seeking familiar territory, stroking beautifully honed muscles. “Because I’ll never get an entry pass through those gates. If you want to see me again, you’d better head on over to the dark side.” My hands ran through his thick black hair, and I caressed his cheek over and over again. I greedily drank him in and hoped that I remained wherever I was forever. The real world was too dirty, too messed-up, and way too painful. I’d quite happily never return. His head swooped in and his lips nuzzled my neck. The feeling was exquisite. “Ahh, don’t be so hard on yourself, Kat. You’ll make it through the pearly