Bedtime Romance Stories Novels & Stories

"Serena, can you not talk to me like you're interrogating a suspect?" I laughed. "Occupational hazard. Can't help it." He set the phone aside and walked over to hug me. I stepped back half a pace, and his hand froze in midair. "Her name is Vivian Hayes. She was in a car accident a while back. She has nightmares every night." "So?" "So I've just been helping out." "Helping out by reading to her every night?" Adrian's expression darkened. "It's not every night." I said nothing. He looked away.

“What’s the matter? Are you feeling unwell? There are too many people here. I’ll take you home to rest.” I looked up and stopped laughing, saying calmly, “Sure.” He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Still smiling, I continued, “But I don’t want to go home. Tomorrow’s my birthday, and I want to go for a hot-air balloon ride. I want to watch the sunrise with you.”

It made her shiver, made her want him even more. By the time he finally pulled back, their breaths were heavy, ragged. “We can’t do that here… my husband…” she murmured, feeling like a naughty high school girl caught doing something forbidden. “We can’t—or you don’t want to?” Luca asked, a brow raised, teasing. Elise pushed him off gently and sank onto the edge of the bed. If she remembered correctly, this was one of the rarely used guest rooms—quiet, hidden, perfect for what had just happened.

Damien groaned and filled me with thick, hot cum, grinding deep to push every drop inside. He stayed buried deep, kissing me possessively. “Tomorrow night, my penthouse. Don’t be late, Mrs. Blackwood.” He helped me fix my clothes, then sent me home with his cum still leaking down my thighs. Our secret marriage was the most dangerous game in the city. And I was addicted to every second of it.

Julian let out a guttural, animalistic sound, his grip on my waist tightening until it bruised as he emptied himself into me, his head dropping to my shoulder as he shook with the force of his release. The only sound left was the rain against the glass and our wrecked, uneven breathing. “You’re not going anywhere, Clara,” he whispered into my skin, his voice possessive and low. “Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Never.” * The gray light of a rainy Manhattan morning filtered through the windows, casting a cold glow over the penthouse. I woke up with my face pressed against Julian’s silk sheets, my body feeling heavy, sore, and completely marked.

I sat in the living room for a few more minutes before I walked back into my room. I couldn’t help the smile that found its way to my face when I saw the woman in my bed. I took off my shirt and got into the bed with her, and she immediately stirred but didn’t wake up. “Hey, baby.” I whispered when she snuggled closer to me. She mumbled something that I couldn’t quite understand and went right back to sleep. “Good night, my love. Don’t hate me too much tomorrow.” I whispered to her. For sure, she is going to be a little mad at me tomorrow because I was the one who asked her to drink with me.

The heat in the room grew stronger, they both grew breathless. They went on and on until they were satisfied. Then finally, they threw their backs onto the bed…butt naked…staring at each other knowing nothing between them is going to remain the same. But they didn’t seem to care, Lana scooted closer to Rafe and crashed her lips into his. He didn’t hesistate, he pulled her closer by the waist and continued to kiss her as both of their warm naked bodies clashed.

She was ready, more than ready, to surrender to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown pleasures that Travis and Jenna promised. As their lips met once more, Sadile felt herself being guided to the couch, her body positioned between them, a willing participant in the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, the only light coming from the flickering flames of the candles Travis had lit, casting shadows on the walls, shadows that danced in time with their movements. Jenna's hands slid down Sadile's body, her fingers teasing the sensitive flesh between her thighs.

Believe me, you actually appear like an angel while sleeping. Automatically, a smile flashed on my face as I read his message. I texted him after tucking a few hair strands behind my ear. Me: I want to meet you, Jonathan. My Vampire: I’ll come to meet you at night. My smile broadened after knowing this. Me: Okay, so see you at night because now I have to get ready for dinner. My Vampire: Okay! I jumped off the bed and quickly freshened up before getting ready for dinner.

They might not have been able to spend the entire night outside, but there was no reason for them to end their date. She grinned from ear to ear as she walked out of the bathroom and found her naked, handsome mate waiting on the bed. He had lit a couple of candles and the fairy lights hung down from the four-poster bed. She never imagined him to be so romantic! This was just perfect and exactly the thing she needed to give her a bit of a morale boost. They spent the night in each other’s arms, just talking and making love. Gabriella fell asleep in Lucienne’s arms. No two people had ever loved each other more than these two.