Romans & histoires Passion Bl

Tristan was the devil and the reason why Josh would never talk to me again. So why then does my body keep betraying me by longing for Tristan’s touch? The thought of being in his bed tonight sent warmth rushing between my legs. “Are you blushing for the lobster or me?” Tristan asked cockily. I quickly looked away. I had no idea I was blushing. I got up from my seat. “I’m gonna use the ladies room,” I said and walked away quickly. I had to get my shit in order or…. Shit. I tripped. I shut my eyes and waited for the impact with the ground. But a strong hand held me by my wait. I opened my eyes, exhaling the breath I did not realize that I had been holding in.

At the annual Mafia Summit, my childhood sweetheart, Salvatore Russo, falls victim to an aphrodisiac slipped to him by a beautiful spy from a rival family. And I, the cherished daughter of the most feared Don in the west, willingly become his antidote. That night, he drives me to the edge of breathless surrender, again and again. "Principessa, what did I ever do to deserve your favor?" he mutters. From that moment on, his love consumes me whole, making me forget what loneliness ever felt like.

“I looked for you; I searched every corner of this earth just to find you; I did everything to have you back but you were cruel and left me for dead; you didn't leave a trail for me to follow.” She shuts her eyes, as if she’s holding her eyes from lashing out, and then opens them. "Please don’t do this, Vances.” I laugh again and suddenly, I lose control of the beast that has been dormant inside of me for so many years. The pheromones around me shift domineering and my eyes lose their green color; in place was a vibrant red and a sinister smirk on my face. “It will be over my dead body to watch you walk out of here with my pups, Ahvi.”

This heavy rain is unforgettable for me. He just continues to fucked my ass, and I continue moaning. He holds my neck and he started to moves very fast. Ohh, ahhh, ughhhhh! " This is just what you can hear from me. He kisses my lips, and he continues to move. Ahhhhhh, ughhhhh—these are the words I can hear from him also. "You're so hot; why are you so delicious?" as he said. This is my first time experiencing this lustful feeling."

Fuck it. She climbed onto his lap, clasping his face then tracing the angular lines of it with her red-painted fingernails. He let out a soft moan, his hands wrapping around her hips as her skirt rode up her thighs. The sweatpants were soft against her but that’s where the softness stopped. His fingers roughly gripped her, like he was having a hard time maintaining control. They stared at each other and closed their eyes as their lips connected. His hips bucked and his fingers jammed into her hips with a possessive stronghold. His mouth claimed hers with such passion she weakened in his embrace.

The passion intensified, spiraling deeper into an intimate connection. And then, it happened. T.B.C Noeline.

Chapter Two POV: Pierce De Luna I got off from my shift at the restaurant earlier than I normally did. My whole body ached but my mind was as active as a child's color book. I kept thinking about her- Kelly. There was something about her that separated her from most girls. She was not your average girl; that part was evident. From her fiery red hair to her brown eyes that reminded me of chocolate balls, then her lustrous golden skin, it was impossible to resist her.

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.

After a few minutes of pleasuring her, she gently pulled me up by my hair. "My turn," she whispered sensually as she licked my ear. She stood up, her hands finding my arousal, and her actions coaxed a soft moan from me. Leaning down, she took it into her mouth, expertly sucking and igniting a fiery passion within me. I felt like I was on the brink of an explosion as her mouth moved skillfully up and down my shaft.

This passion is often characterized by a mixture of emotions, including desire, hope, challenge, and often, frustration. The challenge of an almost impossible passion often lies in practical, social, cultural, or personal obstacles that make it difficult or even prohibitive to pursue or attain the object of our affection. This can occur, for example, when we fall for someone who lives a great distance away, belongs to a different social group, or is in a relationship with someone else. These obstacles can turn the passion into a complex emotional dilemma, leaving us torn between what we want and what seems possible.