Novel & Cerita Affair Romance Novels

Raphael pumped his fingers faster and harder into me until I felt like I could see stars exploding behind my eyelids as I climaxed spectacularly while crying out his name at the peak of my passion. While I was basking in the warmth of my release, there was a knock on the car door that announced that we had arrived back at the mansion. I had to force my mind to snap back to reality only to realize the state of disarray that I was in. I quickly reached my hands to adjust my dress so that I would appear presentable. Raphael leaned his head on his hand as he watched me with a charmingly amused smile on his lips. I glared at him, but I couldn't find the words to say to him, given how he had manag

Later that night, Aki stood by the garden gate, alone, running a trembling hand through his hair. The wind was gentle, brushing the tops of the roses Cayleigh once planted herself. He could still smell the faint citrus and jasmine she used to wear, lingering like a ghost in the quiet air. Somewhere inside the estate, the lights were dimming. She was probably in bed now—alone, but not cold anymore. And that thought terrified him. He had crossed a line. Maybe not with his lips. Not with his hands. But in his heart. Because somewhere along the way, between the apologies and the silences, he had begun to fall for her.

Damien said, his voice firm, "we need to establish a consistent narrative. We were introduced at the event, fell in love instantly, and have been dating since then. The paparazzi photo only intensified our anticipation of going public." Ava raised an eyebrow. "A whirlwind romance? Isn't that a bit cliché?" Damien's lips twitched with a hint of amusement. "Clichés sell, Miss Rossi. The media loves a good fairytale." Ava sighed. He was right, of course. They needed a story that was more sensational to draw everyone's attention away from the initial scandal. "Very well," she muttered. "It's a whirlwind romance then." "But what about the details? Our initial outing, our mutual fondness for each

I noticed him staring last night, and even now, while serving breakfast in front of his wife, his gaze remains on me. Their silence at the table speaks volumes; his attention is solely on his meal, while Mrs. Whitlock keeps glancing nervously at him. Maybe they fought last night—that would explain why he stormed out of the bedroom. A marriage already in ruins is fertile ground for an affair; my job just keeps getting easier. “Renee, I need you to get something from the supermarket today,” Mrs. Whitlock states, breaking the silence as I turn to leave. “Of course,” I respond. “What would you like me to buy?”

By this time, he was so close to her, behind her “now I want you so badly" He held Zara on her waist and kissed her neck this was all she needed as she melts into the hands of the man who was her step father now but once her lover, she chose the lover part and would stick to it “Mom's upstairs" she responded, eyes closed deep into her own escasty. “Well , we'll be fast and quiet as long as you don't scream" he was already undoing her undies from the silky nightwear. Just one finger on her core,she gasped. He smiled.

Rosie said, turning to her. Now all eyes were on her. She stiffened slightly. For a moment, she wished the ground would just open up and swallow her. She cleared her throat. “Ehm… I…” she started, then steadied herself. “I think Sarah’s right. They weren’t supposed to have an affair in the first place. It was selfish on their part.” She paused briefly. “The father not thinking about his son… and Jordan not thinking about her boyfriend’s feelings.” When she finished, she felt it.

WARNING: Adultery/Infidelity, Group Sex (FxMM), Double Penetration (DP), Anal Sex, Spanking, Choking, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies. The air in the "Serenity Suite" was thick with the scent of eucalyptus and lavender, a curated calm that felt like a joke compared to the fire screaming through my veins. My husband, David, was literally on the other side of a thin, frosted glass partition, getting his back worked on by a diminutive woman. I could hear his muffled snores every few minutes. He thought we were here for a relaxing weekend away from the kids. He had no idea that I had requested the "Specialized Deep Tissue" package for myself-a package that came with two therap

"My beloved little fairy, Will you wear this saree once and come to me? Are you afraid? Then don't be. I won't do much. I will just leave a little touch on your forehead. What are you thinking? Can your soft body bear my touch or will it melt under the small hold? And yes, the tiny black mole on your chest..... Keep it hidden. It drives me insane. I can't hold my urge to love it. Will you remember it?" Nandini's throat went dry after reading the note. She felt an unbearable pain in her heart. That day Manik said the truth..... He had a girlfriend. He loved someone else. They were not just in love, their relationship had gone ahead a lot. The words in this note were a clear indication to that

"In the movies, the jerks and you know the uhm should I say unserious kids usually have a change of heart after falling in love. It is a sort of cliche plot in highschool romance movies" "You are so adorable when you are frightened" Nicholas said in between laughs after briefly scrutinizing Camilla's tensed features. "So you were not angry?" Camilla asked with a hike brow. "Why should I be? I just wanted to pull your legs a little" Nicholas winked causing Camilla's cheek to get drained of all the colours. "Nicholas. Stop that" she giggled, her cheeks turning beetroot red. "Well you are so right actually. Back in high school, I fell inlove. She was a nerd. Geeky type. But sadly she left the c

” “Oh, stop it Pierre… please don’t sound chivalrous.” While I and Ghan devoured each pack of jollof and fried rice, Laurie refused to answer the tenth phone call from Patt. She soon placed her mobile phone in one of her travelling boxes, before lying on her bed. A four hundred page romantic novel, by a female North American author lay some inches beside her head. She wanted to soliloquize but soon decided against it. She hated herself for the fact that sooner or later in the week, she would be somewhere in Patt’s arms, as if nothing bad, negative or violent had happened between them.