Passion Korean Novels & Stories

Kyuhyun Oppa... Oppa... Kyu Oppa... Lee Yongju... Lee Yongju... My heart is aflutter, my soul entranced as I imagine Kyuhyun's sultry voice beckoning me. Blissful... "Lee Yongju!" I jolt awake, my muscles trembling from the sudden movement. Someone's calling my name, shattering the fragile threads of my dream. The bed is a haven, warm, inviting, and intoxicatingly fragrant... I yearn to surrender to its comfort and relive the tantalizing dream. Earlier, I was lost in a vivid fantasy, entwined with Kyuhyun in a tender moment, our lips almost touching. But cruel fate intervened, and I awoke, leaving me with a gnawing sense of longing.

Emily lurched side to side, the alcohol was beginning to affect her. "CEO Joel." She smiled cutely as she stared at Vincent. "Deo!" She pointed her wavering hand at him. "Saranghae," she chuckled. (A/N: saranghae means I love you) "Saranghae" she smiled cutely as she hiccuped. "She lurched forward unsteadily and planted a kiss on Vincent's lips. Vincent's eyes widened, he was going to pull away but then he caught a glimpse of Joel at the doorway, so he deepened the kiss.

He grabs her thighs, elevating her hips before thrusting his enlarged throbbing member into her. She flinches, pursing her lips. Will this work? She doesn’t know. She has to make it work. Jung Kwang Soo rams into her without any mercy, groaning in a mad pleasure. She lets out a loud moan when he thrusts deeper. It hasn’t felt like this when she was with Do Sejin. His heat inside her is sending waves of ecstasy through her veins. Whenever his dick exits her, she finds her hole craving for it. When he enters her again and hits a specific spot, she moans loudly, asking for more.

she begged in the most attractive way. I looked into her eyes, captivated by the passion and vulnerability I saw reflected in them. I leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, allowing our tongues to dance together in a passionate tango. Our mouths moved in perfect harmony, mirroring the desire that burned between us while I pleasured her down below and she moaned in my mouth.

"I don't care about him." "Fine. If you said so." She picked a bag of chips on the side table and opened it. I focused my attention on the TV screen. "Hey, who's that handsome guy? The one in black shirt?" I asked Caren. We were watching a Korean action series on Netflix. “Park Hae Jin," she replied. “In fairness, he's hot and yummy. I like his lips.” “Really?” She raised her brows. “You think he's more good looking than Sir Lenos?"

He reached out for her dangling boobs below, but Val held his both hands to restrict them. His head bent backward, looking up to the ceiling as he felt so weak, wrapped around her goal-filled-with enthusiasm mouth. She was too fervent to suck the life out of him, and he could feel tingles and tickles of euphoria that drowned him at her every intent move. He couldn’t help his hips from bucking right back at her mouth as she bobbed her head to pleasure him. Khanu can stand witness to Chanu’s ardent passion for pleasing her and boldly admits his brother is doing an excellent job as she equally expresses them to Khanu.

The man holding my waist slowly begins to lower me onto Gio’s cock. I feel a burning sensation that straddles the line between pain and pleasure. “Go slow, Stefan,” Gio says. “How does Gio’s cock feel, princess?” Stefan asks. “It feels tight.” Stefan continues lowering me. As Gio’s cock enters me, every inch of him stretches me. It feels like my body is being pushed to its limits, but it in a good kind of way. I’m hungry for him, and even hungrier for Stefan’s cock. Stefan starts to lightly rub my clit.

he whispered before he grabbed the back of her neck to kiss her cheeks. Celine blushed as his kisses travelled on its own to her jaw and settled on her neck. It is not because she's shy, rather, it was because of how skillful his tongue when he's swirling the hardened tip on her skin and on the edge of her collarbone. She is still sitting on the table when Seungcheol bend down and lifted his head to look at her. The passion in his eyes felt so raw, primal and parable that just like every single time he stared at her that way, her skin would tingle.

His words make my heart do funny flips and I hold on tight to the chair as I raise my hips and slam them against his, meeting him thrusts for thrusts. The scent of our raw passion hangs in the air and I smile as I close my eyes, giving myself fully to the commotion Aiden was doing to my pussy. He fucks me like a starving man. I'm sure I will walk home in a funny manner after work but I don't care. Coming to work has suddenly gotten interesting because I doubt I can stop teasing my boss. I want more. I admit as I give in to the orgasm rushing through my veins, hearing Aiden shout with me.

The man did not take his eyes off as if he was enjoying the sight of the woman's face that he had satisfied. After the woman's breath was no longer so fast, then Uncle Paul pressed her down. provide hot touches and kisses to revive the passion of the woman. I'm sure that woman is just a call girl who has slept with dozens of men. But why Uncle Paul be so gentle to him? the man seems not only to pursue satisfaction for himself but he also thinks about the satisfaction of his partner. "Aaahhh..." A long moan was heard when Uncle Paul succeeded in implanting evidence of his passion in the woman's core. the movement that Uncle Paul created was slow but rhythmic with every beat.