The Passion Novel Novels & Stories

It was like I signed over my soul to the devil by making just one request to Tristan. Josh moved closer to me, his eyes that once softened at the sight of me with love and affection, now held rage and hate. “You are a murderer, and there may be nothing I can do to punish you for your crime, but you would never be happy, Julia, you would never find happiness!” He straightened and walked away. I ran back to my bedroom and slammed the door shut and wept until I lost all strength and had no more tears to cry. On my nightstand was a note, I picked it up, it held only three words penned with perfect penmanship.

Clothes fell away, and we moved together, a mix of passion and heartbreak, every touch a promise and an apology. His hands were warm, his mouth trailing fire over my skin, scattering books on the floor, pushing deeper into me. His hands were on my neck, choking me, his passion consuming. My fingers dug into his neck as I screamed with passion and climax as we both came together; a loud deafening in my ears.

there is no love that Grace can give, she only gives her body to give thanks. The fire of passion burned Mr.Charmond's body, strong and fast. The kiss on the lips was wet, even Grace let her lips parted.The man's muscular body began to touch the skin of the naked woman's body below without caring that the room was very cold. Grace moaned into the kiss, her nails even clawing at the skin of back Mr.Charmond with burning desire. Never has Grace seen Mr.Charmond so out of control like tonight.

It's not his way, but if it's the only way to get what he wanted, then let it be. " In the end, I will show you compassion is nothing. Passion is the heavenly sin that we all crave. Passion is what we live for." He smirked looking at her, letting his sinful mind be filled with his unholy thoughts once again. But little did he know that he should start praying to God, the passion won't be deadly enough to end up burning everything.

Released from suspense, she deeply exhaled and turned around. There he stood naked and hard in front of the closed door, having tricked her. She gasped, her hand fluttering up to her parted lips. His eyes were filled with the old lust she remembered so well, and they seemed lighter than they usually were. He strode swiftly to her and pulled her up by the backs of her thighs as he shoved her against the horrible wallpaper and enveloped her mouth with his own. It was the roughest, most passionate kiss of her life.

She was trapped in a web of desire, and she didn't know how to escape. Without a word, Collins reached out and took her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers in a grasp that was both gentle and unyielding. He pulled her close, his eyes never leaving hers, and Isabelle felt her heart race with anticipation. She knew what was coming, knew that she was about to surrender to a passion that could change her life forever. And yet, she couldn't resist. She couldn't resist the way Collins made her feel like she was the only person in the world who mattered. She couldn't resist the way he touched her, his fingers sending sparks of electricity through her skin. She couldn't resist the way he looked

Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. The friction between their bodies ignited a fire that refused to be tamed, and she couldn’t hold back the sounds that escaped her lips. Her cries grew louder, more desperate, with each passing second. The passion between them was overwhelming, a force that seemed unstoppable, like a tidal wave crashing against the shore, and Patricia found herself drowning in it, utterly consumed by Alvin's unwavering determination to bring them both to the peak of ecstasy.

Lust. “Unless you wanted me to, of course.” Before I know what I’m doing, I feel my head nodding. I’m entranced by this man. His calloused thumb is softly grazing my nipples through my dress and making them hard. I can feel myself dripping through my panties, and the fire between my legs is growing stronger by the second.

I bounce, and he follows immediately, like a hungry beast. — I’m going to devour you all night. — You’re wasting your time talking. Get to the action. — At your command, ma’am. It was a torrid night. One of those that you only experience once in a lifetime. A passion that tears us apart, that devours us. Between two breaths, two moans, two caresses, we are reborn. A part of me awakens, a part I have never known. Passion… it both burns and shapes you.

"Fiona Blossom has had it hard all her life. I used to have a happy life. I used to have a father who loved me and a mother who adored me. I lost them both in the space of three months and was thrown as a tribute to the pack of the man who caused my tribulations. I was bought by this same man and just when I thought the universe couldn't fuck me over anymore. The moon goddess decided to end the feud between our families by making us mates. In that same time frame, I was rejected. You are not the only one to have it hard in this world so spare me the theatrics." Silence ensued between us. I swallowed her words and realized that by her books, I was the enemy. The omega Elliot had been another