The Passion Novel Novels & Stories

THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “SINFUL DESIRES”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Sinful Desires are short short stories , so just sit back and enjoy a short blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!

He traced his hand till he could find every bit of those secret places that were known to him– Just him. Soon, we were all over each other as our kissing became more passionate, leaving me gasping for air each time he left my lips to kiss somewhere else. My nails dug into his hair urging him on, pushing him upon my bosom. As he fickled my nipples with the tip of his tongue I moaned into his ear the sweet music of my passion. Would I have ever survived with anyone other than Nathaniel? Would anyone have given me this much passion as he did? These questions popped into my head as he gave me the utmost passion I never thought I could feel at this point in time.

She typed a few more lines and turned to face him. "So what is that? Is it another new book you've been working on lately?" She smiled at him and said "Yes, I have been writing a new novel. I call it the passionate love. It's sorta like the first one, except that it doesn't focus solely on how you and I met. Instead it focuses on how our relationship developed after we became a couple, and what happened to us when we split up. It's very personal and emotional. I think you would like it."

Henry’s POV "Where do you find the fire for your stories?" I asked, feeling curious. I had never read a romance novel before, but I had seen the covers, bold, suggestive, and practically pulsing with unspoken desires. Paperbacks stacked in market stalls, their glossy designs promising passion, longing, and reckless abandon. But Kathrine? She looked too young, too untouched by the kind of fevered emotions her pages surely held. How did she conjure such raw intimacy with nothing but ink and imagination? Could someone truly write about desire without ever feeling it? The thought of her having that kind of experience made my brain short-circuit. I wasn’t ready to consider it.

RAFAEL POV If there's anything I never knew, it's that passion was such a huge deal. And sexual passion? That's a whole different kind of war. It doesn't knock politely. It crashes in, uninvited setting every inch of you on fire until you can't tell the difference between pain and pleasure, fear and desire, sanity and obsession. I certainly didn't remember walking her to the bed. I just remember the heat. The taste of her still lingering on my tongue. The fire curling deep in my gut, setting my veins ablaze like gasoline had been poured into every inch of me, and she was the fucking match.

I said impulsively, not knowing I had let it slip. “I have nothing to do with her” he protested “If you say so” I said, staring at him. Almost immediately I could feel the tension in the car, our faces inches apart, his eyes were soft and then I felt his lips brush mine, a soft, passionate kiss, it felt relieving, my lips on his, his hand on my face, my heart raced once more, my face reddening. “Will this convince you?” He asked, his eyes locked on mine as he pulled away from my face, I watched his face undo my body, my heart raced too fast, I thought it would pop out of place and I think it almost did.

Recently, she was getting used to appreciating her marriage ring, adding to her extremely exotic appearance. Without hesitation, Anderson unwrapped the envelope and peeked in. Wow! It was a little erotic novel, his eyes immediately caught by a well-designed cover of a half–naked, slutty–looking girl. With that, he smiled, raised her fingers into his lips and kissed them gently. “You don't have to thank me before reading what's inside!” she leaned into his ear, and chuckled. Thenceforth, he nodded and opened it. Before moving to another page, a black, net–like pants slipped from the novel and landed on his thighs.

I could kiss him for days without getting turned off. I watched as he glanced around the room, looking for an empty place to sit. Please, let him come here. I prayed in my heart, hoping he wouldn't pick the remaining other two seats left. Mother Nature seemed to be residing in my mind and I almost passed out with how fast my heart was beating as I watched him walk over to where I was. "Can I sit here?" He asked, standing beside me. Of all the goodness in the world. Could someone pass me a fan, please? Why was it hot in here?

“What does that matter? The only thing that truly matters is that you're here. And your presence here means that Luca Barone will come looking soon. Hopefully, he wasn't just pretending to give a shit about you. Hopefully he truly fell in love with you, and now knows what it feels like to be in a desperate situation. So when he comes to find you, I'll be waiting. My entire family will be waiting. I promise you, it won't be pretty for him.” He turned to leave, but my mouth moved faster than my brain. “What if he didn't do it!” I blurted. He paused. “What do you mean?” “Have you ever wondered if he's innocent?” “If he was, he wouldn't have shunned her family who just wanted closure. He wouldn'

What was that fire that burned me from within? Driving over to one of my penthouses downtown had been a desperate means of escape from her and the fire she radiated. I needed a place where I could think without her scent filling my senses. I felt betrayed by my own heart. The way it twisted earlier, back in that fucking place. At the rise of dawn, I sent out my men to storm LockeRidge logistics and bring me that asshole. Vlad Ross would have to explain why and how he got his hands on my wife.