Novel & Cerita Best Booktok Romantasy

He put my weight and swiftly positioned me on top of him, straddling without breaking our kisses. That was my favorite or could I say the very reason why I'm still staying with him. His luscious lips and expert tongue were like drugs that I got addicted to. He's such a great kisser and I simply can't let it go. Sure, Daniel, Joe, and Ben were good kissers as well, but Lorenzo was the topnotcher because he had his way that never fails to make me crave for more after our lips parted. "Say you want me, Brianna.." he commanded in between our kisses.

he asked, fingers already sliding along her thigh. “It’s Valentino,” she moaned, even as his hand slid up her inner thigh, cupping her over the delicate silk of her panties. “It was expensive.” “I’ll buy the whole damn boutique. I need to know how much you love it before I destroy it,” he murmured. Her eyes darkened. “I love it.”

I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off. The girl in the book was officially snowed in at a remote cabin with her hot, brooding not-uncle and his even hotter sons. It was chaotic, messy, probably deeply inappropriate—and I was all in. I’d just hit the chapter with the spicy scene. You know the one. A fireplace. A blizzard. Tension so thick it needed a crowbar. I took a long sip of my lavender drink and sank deeper into the fantasy. This? This was exactly what I needed.

It was too much and it was the only size left in the world. “Fuck,” Ash whispered, actually shaken. “Feel that.” Rook made a sound I had not heard from him. His forehead hit the back of my neck. They were both inside me. Moving would be small. It was still everything. They stacked their rhythm. Short. Careful in the way predators are careful with something they don’t want to break because they mean to keep it. Every grind rubbed them against each other inside me. The twin-bond must have been screaming. I could smell it, rut and pine and me.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

She’s jumping happily as she swings her hand holding the lollipop, I gave her. As she opened the door, that’s where I saw her. In this peach office with a cozy smell. A vibrant sensation welcomes me which I find addicting. As we meet our gazes, a feeling of an electromagnetic voltage of power is run through, burning in my heart. I bet she was talking when we came inside as she left her mouth open in shock. There is another girl in her room, grinning. I was melted, melted to see her face once again in a beautiful arrangement of a posture herself, unlike yesterday. Her curves are perfectly fitted on her dress and although her breast was covered, I still can see her hotness today.

He cupped his jaw, his thumb caressing Roth’s cheek. “You’re my handsome boy. You feel even better than you did in my imagination. I wish I could stare at this face for my entire life,” Tristan whispered, as he went deeper. Roth blinked at Tristan in confusion for few seconds, his breath rapid from just being fucked. This was the most romantic and passionate love-making that Tristan had ever experienced. This is what it must feel like to be in a relationship or married to someone as Roth. Roth’s loud but weak moans, the movements of his chest, his hands now on Tristan’s arms, and his legs locked tightly round Tristan’s waist started to make Tristan’s head cloudy again.

The first man who ever touched her and she wanted him to be the last. But if Skyrim did not want her to be in his life than she was not going to try to save the, s relationship. She closed her eyes trying to relax herself from all the thoughts. May be she should wlave everything on destiny. May be there is something better for her than this boring marriage where Skyrim was living like a robot with her without showing any emotions. There was no love in them, no emotions, no nothing. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

One passionate desire of mine as an author and a lover of BL romance is to make history and my work to be recognised, seen, and loved by many. I desire so much in my heart for this book to be adapted into TV series, which is going to be a dream come true for me, I am manifesting it, and I believe it would happen. ♤ Please, If there's a way you could share this book far and wide, on your social media accounts, or if you have the connection of introducing this book to a movie director/producer, please DM me, and we could discuss extensively. I really want to see Roth and Tristan come alive on our screen.

The romance becomes a beautiful fire. His cockhead nudges my entrance. The pressure builds. My pussy pulses with readiness. Wet heat invites him inside. He pauses. His forehead rests against mine. Our breathing mingles together. Love and lust intertwine in this one perfect moment. The slide in feels imminent. The romance blazes bright. It promises so much more.