18+ Romance Novels & Stories

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

His movements were steady and purposeful, evoking a tantalizing frustration that caused Velia to bite her lower lip. Collisions occurred, not only within Velia's femininity but also externally. They originated from the meeting of his masculinity and her buttocks. Intermittent and continuous. Several times. Creating a sensuous splashing that heightened the temperature of their lovemaking. It felt naughty. Intensely arousing. In the midst of the rushing water that soaked them, there was no sweat or perspiration. However, desire remained palpable. Lucas tightened the embrace. Velia strengthened her hold. They clung to each other, unwilling to let go as the rhythm began to escalate.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

This pull towards him, this desire? Was it my heat? No. It couldn't be. This felt different, every of his touch sent jolts through my body, making my wolf purr uncontrollably. “Ahh, Nicholas…” his name fell from my lips. He pulled away, his face to mine. I remained in that position, naked before him, then came the sound of thunder breaking through the thick clouds, then the wind that rattled the windows and almost blew off the candle lights. The room suddenly felt too compressed as he slid his hand behind, and pressed me closer. My breath hitched as my cunt pressed against his bulge. My wolf squealed underneath, my legs parting more to take him in.

Hey future readers! This a different book complimation. Containing several books of this series. Atleast containing up to 30-40 different books. Same Genre, Same Trait. Note all pages has an hint on the erotic part. Strictly for 18+. ************* Juliette tried not to stare when Louis entered the kitchen only wearing a towel. He was just out of the shower and his short brown hair was slicked back. He had a beautiful, tanned, muscled body. She’d become his private chef three months ago, and she was after all in his home, but she had still not gotten accustomed to his perfect six-pack, or the muscles rippling down his back as he leaned into the window and looked up at the sky.

The stretch burned, but it was good, a kind of ache I couldn’t resist. “That’s it,” he coaxed, kissing my throat as he moved his finger. “Take me in, pretty girl.” Another whimper escaped me as he added a second finger, stretching me further. My hands clawed at the sheets, my hips moving helplessly against him. “Relax,” he whispered, his thumb brushing my cheek as his fingers worked me open. “I’ve got you. I just need to make sure you’re ready.” I dug my nails into his back, dragging them down, and he hissed at the sting but never slowed. His mouth found mine again, swallowing my cries, and when he finally pulled his hand away, I was panting, my body trembling.

Perhaps she would fall for him if he spoke to her more gently. He had mentioned clearly to Sean that this was a fair and square competition. Since that was that case, he needed to let Christina know about his feelings. He planned to confess to her officially. Matthew understood women loved the idea of romance. Perhaps she might agree to go out with him if he managed to tug her heartstrings. He reserved an entire luxurious restaurant and filled the venue with fresh flowers and balloons. He then brought her over for dinner. Upon arriving at the scene, Christina discovered his intention. The sight of the candlelight dinner reminded her of Michael. Back then, he had used this trick to win over h

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

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