Beauty And The Beast Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Across the gloomy grey wall, was the silhouette of a giant wolf painted in black. “Wow.” I reached out, my limbs still oversensitized from our spontaneous outburst, and was about to touch the wolf’s magnificent dark head, when Alexander gripped my wrist. I frowned as he placed my hand across my waist, standing behind me and propping his chin on my shoulder. “It’s still wet.” A spark of awareness shot through me, when I realized he was getting hard again. Did he mean something entirely different? “It’s beautiful.” Alexander touched my shoulders, urging me to face him. He cupped my cheeks and gazed at me with all the dark hunger and brilliant love. “Yes, she is beautiful.”

********************************** I woke up when someone kissing me on my neck and biting me. "Hey stop that" I whispered to Genesis He stopped and stare at me. "Your so beautiful Jenny," He said and kissed me horribly. I respond to his kisses and his hand goes down to my butt and pinch it. I moaned when he did that and spanked it. My body suddenly feels so hot. I don't realize that our clothes are already gone. I want to try to blowjob him with my feet. My body feels so hot even more when I'm imagining that I'm gonna blowjob him with my feet.

Sleeping with a total stranger was not something I have ever done, and sleeping with a man for a job or money, hell no. I am broke, annoying and pretty stupid sometimes, but then I have my dignity and would never allow myself be insulted. I would never forget that producer, I often see him in my dreams. I would beat him up and made him regret being alive. But that was in my dreams, whenever he didn't appear in my dream, I would think about beating him up before getting up from the bed. "Beautiful" I muttered as I looked at how gorgeous I looked. I stood up and went straight to the kitchen. My mum was making breakfast, and my siblings looked like they just finished cleaning the house.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST *** . DENISHA . I arrived at work and the first thing my eyes caught wasn't what I expected to see at all. My husband was in a conversation who the very woman who tried to frame me for what I didn't do and from the looks of it, it was really obvious that they were enjoying whatever conversation they were having. I don't know why I'm feeling jealous about a woman who's already married with a child. Maybe it's because she looks exactly like Amber or because my husband was madly in love with Amber.

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze. “You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins. His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

he smirked, looking at me intently with a cheeky smile. My brows slightly crossed. I lifted my chin, daring him to look at me even more. "Drew Mondragon," I muttered under my breath. He never smiled, and his eyes were still glued to mine. "Be tough, Beauty. This is the reality of your dreams. They will offer you something in exchange for sex. Some are vulgar as they want to taste you badly. You've got the body, the beauty, plus your name is Beauty." Drew's jaw tightened, and his eyes turned down, staring at my legs.

Only Sandy could do this to my body, and I wanted more from her. I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked a little to relieve tension while looking down at my perfect princess. She looked so ethereal, like a goddess with her hair splayed on the bed and her beautiful naked body blessing my eyes. The needy look on her face turned me on so much that I could not help but lean down and kiss her hard on her soft lips.

I moaned, not sure what had gotten into me. "Good," the beauty murmured, her voice low and seductive. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her hands trailing down my chest. "Don't stop," she moaned. I couldn't believe it. I was actually having sex with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I couldn't stop the words that escaped my lips. "Rosita, I love you. I love you so much." "I love you too, Lord Deangelo. You are the best lover I have ever had," the beauty beamed.

"My darling works just fine. Her phone chimed again. A message from Damien: You have until morning. She studied the glowing screen. Finally, she typed back: Where should I sign? That evening found her in a luxurious penthouse suite nestled within one of the city's exclusive shopping enclaves. A French stylist named Margot was measuring her, as if the mention of Damien's name was just another whisper on the wind. "In high society, appearances are everything," Margot remarked, raising a beaded black evening gown. "People need to see you and think, 'She's untouchable now.""

he mumbled, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, cheeks and lips. His hand idly caressed her breast, thumb brushing the still-sensitive nipple. She giggled, tilting her face up to capture his mouth. Brad's fingers traced lazy patterns on her skin, his dominance a comforting blanket over her submission. Marie nestled closer, content in the afterglow, knowing this affair had woven itself too deeply into their souls to unravel easily.