Adventurer Pure Romance Novels & Stories

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

I wrote "Eat" After that i felt content leaving her. I walked out and attended to my work from my home office. I needed a few documents from my room so I walked in and the sight that greeted me was nothing less than ethereal. I saw Adrianna in a white gown. The gown hugged her like a glove. The thin straps showcased her milky white skin. The damned gown brought out all her curves. Damn you Ferocity World. Her red hair was a dark red from the water in it. It looked like she just woke up and she looked like a goddess. Her milky face and skin clear. She looked pure and I wanted to be the one to taint her purity.

She hums, “sorry, I don’t accept drinks from strangers.” An enigmatic laugh slips past his lips. “My apologies, I'm Adrian Isidro.” “Hmm, that’s a very dreamy name you have there. What are you, a Prince?” Romano’s lips twist into a smirk. “You might just be right.” With a surge of confidence bolting through her veins, Elsida stretches an arm towards him. “Lead the way Adrian.” Tonight’s MUST-DO: Forget Julien Benoît and how he shattered your heart beyond measures.

that gets my attention and I walk to him standing up in my full height at 5'5 my heels making me feel taller than I am. He bites his lips looking at me from my toes to my cute cat ears he has never looked at me sexually or anything like that to him I am an abomination since I am mixed his words not mine " You will give me the money " Yes I will Jude is not handsome in a classical way he has a broken nose he's pale he has obsidian hair but he has a body of a magic Mike dancer if you have seen one not big just lean enough to have the six pack my friend Carmen has a bit of a crush on him.

A total package in short, except for one, extremely annoying. Handsome but annoying. That may be the perfect description for the young man if she will be asked.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

She didn't know who it was but the voice showed that the person she had just bumped into was a wealthy, domineering, and power-filled man. She disengaged quickly and her face met with an extremely handsome man. His eyes were so blue, that he would be contesting with the sea. His hair was dark and wavy. His nose was pointy and beautiful. His lips were pink and full. And his body was well built, slender, and beautiful. It was Warren Lannister. She had seen him a couple of times on social media but she had never met him in real life until now. Looking at him, she felt like backing away. She wished the floor would just open and swallow her up because it was better than the intimidating aura that

He slicked himself with the remnants of last night’s cum and slid back inside his lover from behind in one smooth glide. Adrian stirred with a soft, sleepy moan, pushing back against him. Luca wrapped one strong arm around Adrian’s chest, holding him close, lips pressed to the back of his neck as he fucked him lazily. Slow, deep rolls of his hips, savoring the tight heat and the way Adrian’s body welcomed him so perfectly even half-asleep. “I’m opening an art gallery in Rome,” Adrian murmured, voice husky with pleasure as he rocked back to meet each thrust. “And you… you can finally be free of the crown.”

The slow waltz of the evening dissolved into something raw and primal. His hands moved with an urgent, practiced reverence, pulling the sweater over my head and casting it aside. When his bare chest pressed against mine, the contact was electric. The silver lines of his old accident scars, once a testament to pain and survival, now felt like beautiful, textured ridges under my fingertips, part of the architecture that made him whole. He lifted me effortlessly, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried me away from the glass, toward the wide loft bedroom where the firelight threw long, flickering shadows across the cedar beams.