Beauty And The Beast Themed Romance Novels นิยาย & เรื่องราว

With each stroke, her hips moved in sync with my touch, craving more of the pleasure I was offering. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she arched her back, surrendering to the sensations that consumed her. Her gasps grew louder, mingling with the rhythm of our bodies moving in unison. The room filled with the intoxicating scent of our desire, a heady mix of sweat and passion. Our hearts beat in harmony, a symphony of love and lust that echoed through the air. With her, nothing else mattered. I was lost with her, and so was she.

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

“You’re not imagining it. He’s driving himself crazy too. Trust me, I can smell it from here.” “You can smell it?” “Of course. I’m a wolf. Not only can I smell it, but I can see the sparks flying off you two. Literally. People are going to start noticing.” I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “Do I tell him I want more?” “Are you insane? You want him, right?” Mira said, eyes twinkling. “Then let him come to you. But be ready. He’ll be… intense. Wild.”

Knowing that there was no other person I would rather spend my happily ever after with. The end of my story. Me being the Beauty… Luca Costello being my Beast. THE END

He was the devil that mothers warned their virgin daughters about. He was a Beast. A beast who ruled over all the beasts. He was the King of Beasts. Instead of replying her, he tangled his fingers in her golden mane, fisting them in his hand and yanked her back. She hissed through her teeth, watching him with a helpless expression. He had never seen her weak like this and his dead heart skipped a beat at her expression. He ran his eyes over her figure. She was still dressed in those cheap, ugly pajamas, he wanted to rip them off her beautiful body and bury her in the finest silk and jewels.

Her nose lacked classical perfection. Her mouth was too big, but her silver-fox eyes sparkled as if she was lit up from within and the glow that emanated from her eclipsed every other woman in the room. And, as time caught up with them, his body reacted as if she had touched his personal blue touch paper. Pulse, heart rate, all the physical responses leapt into overdrive, but it was more than a lustful response to the kind of stimuli that probably had half the men in the room in the same condition.

The world felt vast and endless, yet in this moment, it existed only for them. “I don’t want to fight anymore,” she whispered. “Not against what I am. Not against what we are.” Damien leaned in, his lips brushing hers. “Then don’t. Just be.” The kiss that followed was unlike anything either of them had ever known — slow, reverent, filled with the quiet awe of souls recognizing their home. The air shimmered faintly around them, the divine energy of the White Wolf responding to love’s call. Light cascaded across the lake, silver and gold intertwining, as if the universe itself celebrated their union.