Truyện Passion Novels & Stories

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

With a deep breath, I forced a smile, “Guilty Passion.” “What?” “You wouldn’t understand.” I mumbled, lowering my head. “Exactly. When you can’t then how can I? Let me ask you: Do you love my Brother or not?” With a gulp and lowered gaze, I replied, “No. It’s not love.” I looked up at her with a feeble smile, “It’s a guilty passion. Something we don’t want but couldn’t resist.” “Stop talking shit.” She scoffed and stood up. “You didn’t listen to me. Consummate your bond. Freaking Pregnant, want to keep the child. Changing Brother and inviting a calamity. Welldone, Avery! Well done!”

A good 30 people cried and told stories of how wonderful she was. When it was my turn, my hands shook as I stood in front of everyone. It felt as if my story was the most important, I am the reason she is gone. I haven't been able to sleep or think clearly. This was my life now, it was a living hell. "Maddie was beautiful. She was so beautiful that she captured my heart from the moment I laid eyes on her. The ring on her finger meant a lot to me, she was the first woman I've ever loved. I loved her more than life itself. The day she passed, I thought to myself how I would even live without her here. But then I remembered that she left me with a beautiful daughter. My daughter's personality a

The final entry, scrawled in a shaky hand, was different: October 31, 1887: A revelation. The priest speaks of spiritual bonds. My bond to Eleanor was love. But what of other passions? A fever can burn as hot as devotion. A hunger can consume as completely as grief. Perhaps… perhaps the anchor is not the emotion, but its intensity. Only a passion as fierce as my despair, a fire as hot as my ice, could burn these chains away. A soul offered in carnal heat, not heavenly love… could that be the key? It is a dark thought. But the darkness is all I have left. Clara’s blood ran hot then cold. Her fingers traced the words carnal heat. Her own body, aching and responsive to the unseen, was a testame

- The princess asked softly when she felt the elevation of her attractive and beautiful voice. — The forbidden passion that a man confesses to a woman, at every moment he asks her to confess that she owns his soul, to confess her love... even if they live in hiding, living a passion that no one should know about because that only belongs to them and no one else, for the insatiable addiction of a devastating sin to which she always succumbs when she runs away from herself to be with him... - Lauren whispered against her ear, feeling Karila's hands tighten on her shoulders.

I close my eyes, savoring the moment and knowing that no matter what, I will surely lose myself in the succeeding passion. Suddenly, his kisses become more urgent and more passionate, and the intensity between us intensifies. His hands move around my body, his fingers caressing my skin as his lips part mine. I gasp with pleasure, my body trembling at his touch. Liam’s hands move lower, exploring my curves as he kisses me passionately. He takes his time, savoring each moment, until it feels like he is slowly unraveling me. The pleasure is unbearable, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest.

It was as if his passion had completely died out for the wife he once adored and loved so much. Daniel had absolutely no desire for Helen, but he let his wife play with his already fully tense perfect. While Helen was still busy with her hot activities, her bottom was getting wet and twitching begging to be satisfied. But Daniel seemed passive, as if not interested in him. Because of the lust that was already blazing now Helen was actually toying with her own with one hand, while her mouth was still busy giving pleasure to Daniel's perfectly tense missile, making Helen's body even hotter because it was burned by the passion that flaming.

The cool leather seats provided a stark contrast to the fiery passion they were engulfed in. Noah's lips found Myla's exposed collarbone, marking her with a trail of fiery kisses. Myla arched her back, a silent plea for more. The intensity of their lust seemed insatiable, an unquenchable thirst for each other's bodies. In the midst of their unbridled passion, Noah whispered breathless words of longing and desire into Myla's ear, stoking the flames of their attraction. The world outside remained oblivious to their tryst, as they ventured deeper into the depths of their shared longing.

Does she really like Noah's uncle more than Noah himself, can she trust her own confusing feelings to make a right choice and would she be able to give in to a mature man's, for her a new world of pleasure and desires? Will the burning fire of passion destroy them or will it push them to great heights? How will Noah react when he finds out that his uncle is after 'his' girl and what will Helena, Justin's soon to be ex wife do when she finds out that a mere college girl is busy taking her place in Justin's heart? Let's find out and join Justin and Arabella on their rollercoaster ride of a romance!

I couldn’t breathe or think when he finally thrust his tongue past my lips, exploring the darkness inside my mouth as his eyes had done to my very soul. It wasn’t right to be this aroused by a stranger. I’d been taught passion was developed and nurtured through friendship and love. It would seem my mother was wrong about that. I remained tingling all over, my nipples aching from how swollen they’d become. It was as if the room was spinning all around us, a whirlwind of our hunger spiraling out of control.