Adventure And Romance Books Novels & Stories

The warmth of her skin against mine ignited a fervent desire, fueling my desire for her. Her breath quickened, matching the rhythm of my own heartbeat. With each thrust, she gasped as my hands traced the delicate arch of her back, the curve of her waist, and the contours of her hips. I explored the landscape of her body, committing it to memory with an insatiable hunger. My fingers danced along the curves of her body, tracing invisible patterns that ignited her senses. Her skin, warm and inviting, begged for my touch. I obliged, leaving a trail of fiery kisses along her neck, her collarbone, and down to the swell of her breasts.

Almost anything. ‘Come and take a look, then.’ She followed him in, and thought that even if she were blind she’d know instantly that this was a man’s room. Like him, it smelt of clean shirts and shaving things. A towel lay on one of the beds and the cover was rumpled. She knew exactly what had happened. Just like her, he’d got back to his room tense and exhausted. He’d had a shower and crashed out. ‘Here,’ he said, taking a couple of paperbacks from the bedside table. One was a Graham Greene, the other a Wilbur Smith African adventure.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

He said; I smiled, “Thanks, Dad,” I told him. We grabbed our coffees and our muffins and sat at a table. We talked for a while before we decided to browse the books. I found one that I thought was really intriguing, The Sorceress’s Lover. I’m not sure why, but I love romance novels. For the longest time, I wondered why I was only writing fantasy; why not romance too? Dad walked over beside me and nodded towards the book, “Are you thinking about buying it?” He asked; I shrugged,

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

I stepped over a pair of hair straighteners and nearly tripped over a suitcase before landing on Sarah’s bed. We quickly undressed each other, our tongues darting into each other’s mouths as our hands roamed over each others bodies as the clothes flew across the room. Her hand found my cock, which was quickly coming back to life while my hands found her beautiful breasts before I ran my fingers down her spine to her arse and squeezed a buttock. My other hand traced a line down her belly and down over the soft patch of pubic hair and down into her moist crevice. “Oh yes.” She whispered. “Feel how wet I am. I need you inside me so badly.”

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She should have been declared an angel for her commendable feat. She walked around the counter throwing a pile of romance books to Cain that she watched the girls in her pack read, she wasn’t going to help him choose because she wasn’t one to waste her time reading fantasies when she had more important things to think about, like how to find her parents and save them. Bet an erotic romance wasn’t going to help her in easing the swirl of emotions that she was going through at the moment. Walking past the aisles, she browsed through several historical and poetry books before her gaze fell on the aisle that was stacked with cooking books.

" you don't know why but you're lost, lost in his eyes as if he is staring at your soul. it is like you are in your world with him—you didn't mind about the people entering in or the fact that you two are in one cubicle. but you didn't ignore the turmoil, you were still worried and anxious about being caught. you gritted your teeth. you were so frustrated. your devil side is battling against your angel side. you wished to feel pleasure—you want to feel what it is like to be loved yet you also want to stay the way you are right now. you disliked it. you disliked being so all over him. but you're enjoying it. you're enjoying this challenge he's offering you. one sex won't hurt...right? "fuck y

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."