erotic-romance

He did not let me move. I was heated up in his warmth, could feel him on my lips.. and then he said, "I.. I want to kiss you" I opened my eyes, his eyes were looking at my lips and I said, "then, Kiss me"He was a gentleman. Well behaved, decent, shy, and all desirous to make love with me...and I ended up saying, "Gentleman, do it gently

Rebecca glared at her. __ongratulations. You just cost me a million dollar account._ Brianna crossed her arms over her chest. __h don't worry. I'm sure with your talents you could earn another mil in no time. I'll tell them to clear a street corner for you._ Rebecca lunged for her and Alessandro stepped between the two women. __rianna, come on,_ he said guiding his wife away from the table. __hat? I'm not a child. I can handle her._ __'m sure you can._ He informed the waiter they would be taking their bottle of sparkling cider home. __ut you're letting your emotions get away with you. Your brother is a grown man and can handle himself._ Brianna blew a raspberry at him. __h yes, quite mature. Let's go home._ He guided her towards the entrance.

I felt sorry for her, baby, guilty and responsible. That's all it was. Once she started talking about you, I could have thrown her off the deck with no remorse. I know there are no words that can take away what you saw, just please say you understand. Liz is nothing to me, Evan, but you...you're everything.

She gritted her teeth. "You can't just... get into my bed like this." A ghost of a smile played across his face. "I already have," he murmured.

I__ insatiable? I am?_ Alessandro asked cocking an eyebrow as he ran his warm hands along the satin material covering her body. __lessandro. You__e alive. I can touch you, look into your eyes and hear your arrogant English voice. We__e gonna spend the rest of our lives together, that__ plenty romantic for me._ Bree pressed her mouth against him. He tasted of coffee and peppermint. He nibbled slightly on her lower lip before pulling away. __arling, that sounds lovely, but my wedding night fantasy was more along the lines of fucking you into the mattress._ Bree smacked his shoulder. __atience, Dardano. Tonight we take things slow, the mattress fucking will come in time. Now, get on your back and let me put my hands on you and assure myself that you__e real._ Alessandro sighed but did as she ordered. __ow if you feel anything-_ __ certainly hope so or we have a very big problem,_ Alessandro joked. She smacked his chest. __f you feel any pain you let me know and we__l stop._ __ays the woman who__ smacked me twice in the past five minutes,_ Alessandro said, but his eyes were shining with amusement.

You're beautiful, my little wolf. Every single part of you, especially your soul. I can feel it connected to mine.

Alessandro_we should go down-_ __h I agree._ He smiled, mischievous brown eyes lifting to hers. __ownstairs,_ she corrected. __ like my meaning better,_ and with that he went down on his knees. __o!_ Bree hissed even as her body was screaming YES! __top arguing with me, darling.

He'd never need a camera to remember this, and damn if he ever wanted anyone but him to see her like she was at this moment.

You__e bubbly and approachable._.... ____ none of those things. The sarcastic wit and humorous charm is a front. I honestly despise people. I like to consider myself as more of a dictator that staff are confident in but scared to approach.

Each of us has a heart, a soul, and feelings. Each of us desires to be wanted, to be appreciated, and to be loved. The enchantment in life is to discover and spend time with another person who knows that and expresses it. In this context, the liberation of our naked bodies in the act of lovemaking is what gives us ultimate pleasure.

I love you with all the shadows in the world for eternity.

I miss breathing in your scent, the feel of your body next to mine. I miss you, Elizabeth, so much I hurt with it sometimes. So forgive me if I can__ be happy about this venture of yours at Payne Industries.

It is better to travel well than to arrive." - Buddha

Save a horse. Ride a cowboy... or two!

His rough-pad fingers travel down my throat, across my collarbone, down the swell of my chest, a simple caress which has me quaking inside. My flesh aches for him, burns for his touch.

He wished they could just be naked in his bed and not worry about words. Talking was overrated anyway.

When it comes to you, against my better judgment and my will, I find myself promising things I never thought I could promise anyone.

Life is about living, and I intend to live it to the fullest, don__ you?