The Passion Novel Novels & Stories

The Forge of Eternal Passion had tempered existence itself into something unbreakable and incandescent. The Song now burned with white-hot intensity, its melody a continuous roar of flesh meeting flesh, desperate moans, and triumphant cries of release. Ninety chapters of flame after the Omega’s arrival at Thornwood, love had not only survived it had become the supreme, all-consuming force of creation.

I could not take my eyes off her. Soon, her dress fell to the floor. Ginny stood there nervously. She tried to cover herself with her arms, and she shivered slightly. I could even see the goosebumps on her pale skin. She continued to take off her underwear slowly. I was completely overtaken by strong lust, and I reached out for her.

[This is just a preview of the book, the rest of the history its not in this platform] I am aware that many would die to be in my position, in Vanessa Collins' position: married to the great millionaire Bill Allen, living surrounded by luxury and being a partner in a multi-million dollar company, but still, there is an emptiness in me that nothing can fill. Not even the greatest luxuries in the world can fill what I have lost and will never get back. I released an intense sigh as I watched my husband come downstairs for breakfast.

His voice went low and was filled with lust. I don't know what came over me, but I grabbed his face and smashed my lips on his. Daniel was caught off guard but he reciprocate. He slide his tongue into my mouth. The kiss was rough and passionate, it showed our craving for eachother. He nibbled on my lower lip, causing me to moan in his mouth. He lifted me placing me on his desk. My body was on fire, I needed his touch. He trailed kissed along my collar bone, marking me, leaving hickeys over my neck.

“Are you alright, Patricia?” I placed my hand on the burning skin of my chest. My eyes still followed Jessica as she slowly enlarged the distance between us, looking completely petrified of what she had done. I don’t know what hurt more at that moment; the burn on my skin, or the fact that she hated me enough to do this to me. “Why?” Just then, as if God had answered my subconscious wishes, I heard a voice, the voice which I desperately longed for more than anything at that moment.

They kicked in the door. Inside— No guards. No gunfire. Just a single desk. A briefcase. And a document inside. Lorenzo grabbed it, scanned the top line. “Marriage clause,” he said. Isabella stepped beside him, her voice cold. “Burn it.” He handed her the lighter. She didn’t hesitate. The flames curled the paper inward, blackening the edges, devouring the words that once controlled her fate. When it was gone, she looked at him. “What now?”

My whole body was on fire now. I should be running away. I should burn with rage against him I thought. But the fire in me burned within me was not fuel by rage, but by passion. I held on to the headboard above my head, and met his eyes. I knew he saw the fire in me, I saw it in him too.

THEO'S POV: Thinking back on our earlier passion, my heart was still pounding. It was nothing short of blissful. Claire shifted slightly in my arms, still fast asleep, her cheek pressed against my bare chest. I watched her with a smile on my face as her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm of her breathing. My heart was still racing from the passion we had shared. I hadn’t felt that kind of passion in years—if ever. It wasn’t just lust. It was something else. Something that makes me feel like keeping her by my side forever..

Jasper's restraint crumbled as he felt her passion, and he tightened his arms around her, kissing her even more fiercely. Her breath turned even more rushed, and the air in the room heated up. Perhaps he was just that obsessed or just that experienced in 'attritional warfare', as he easily triggered the passion in her. It was just like a land covered in dried grass, and a single spark could ignite the entire field into an inferno. There was no telling how long had passed as Renee lay in the burning room, her hair spread over the sheets, sweat covering her skin. Her mind was blank as if she was in a void, and the unfillable chasm was driving her mad.

The taste of his mouth was like fire, igniting a flame deep within me that burned with an intense passion. With a fierce determination, I began to strip away our clothes, desperate to feel the heat of his skin against mine. Athen's hands were everywhere, running across my body, pulling me closer to him as we lost ourselves in the moment. The hut was filled with an electric charge that seemed to pulse through the air with every breath we took. Our bodies moved with a desperation born of a passion that had been kept at bay for far too long. Each time our skin touched, it was as if sparks flew between us, igniting a fire that burned hotter with every passing moment.