Clean Romance Novels & Stories

Her face was now red from the heat. "Lyn," he breathed softly. "Look at me. I hope during our honeymoon we'll be able to spice up our married life." "I-it's a contract marriage. You're not supposed to overwhelm me with your wants or desires," Evelyn retorted weakly. Roman let out a soft laugh. "Overwhelm? I know you desire me the way I desire you. You're just too... cute to admit it." He brought her hands to his bare chest, making her caress it softly. "And I don't want that."

I jump, then reach quickly for the kitchen towel I keep tucked in my apron. "Let me," Dante says as my fingers curl around my towel. Before I can say anything, he dips his head, and then the wet tip of his tongue flicks against my skin. I freeze, my whole body going hot, then cold. His fingers spread against my waist as he cleans up the caramel - and he's very thorough, continuing the slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue even when I'm sure the sauce is long gone. Goose bumps ripple across my skin as his lips brush against the base of my neck - first lightly, and then with more urgency, sucking at the sensitive skin. His arm slides around my waist, pulling me back against his hips, letting

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

“What’s that?” I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. “I want more nights like this. Just us. No drama. No hiding. I want to wake up next to you every morning and cook terrible breakfast with you… and then maybe ruin the kitchen again after.” Rhea let out a quiet laugh, her hands sliding up my chest. “You’re getting dangerously romantic, Lennox.” “Can’t help it,” I murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. “You make me want to be the guy who deserves you.”

threatened Rena. "Jade, you want to sleep with me, right?" Romeo's head was dizzy. The perverted wolf rebelled because his lover tempted him. "Until when?" sighed Romeo resignedly. "Until we return to Germany." "No! That's not called a honeymoon. Honeymoon, we have to have sex so that we are happy. Channeling all the passionate desires!" Romeo's correction. "It's not a honeymoon, but a full moon. You feel how it feels." Rena didn't care about Romeo, who had gone to great lengths to persuade her to return.

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.

he whispered to her ears, and the next second, Celeste back had already hit the bed. .. .. .. Celeste sat on top of the bed, with the sheets around her chest as she watched Moreau leaving the cottage. That's how it happens, loveless sex, and then boom. All Moreau does is have sex with her and the next minute he gone, she is nothing but a sex slave to him, upon all the affection she shows him, he treats her like trash, they've never even kissed before, he only slams into her hard, cause Moreau loves hardcore sex, thankfully she's a vampire, she heals on time, after the tedious sessions of never ending sex.

“She’s blushing! Maya is totally blushing!” “Rina,” I try to sound serious, “be nice.” “I am nice. I’m really nice. I’m the nicest.” Damian starts to wake properly. He stretches, yawns, and looks at me with soft eyes. “Hey.” “Hey.” He kisses me—not just on the cheek, but on the lips. It’s slow and warm. Rina makes a sound. “They’re at it again.” Damian pulls back. “At what?” “Being romantic. It’s gross. But, like, nice. I’m conflicted.”

Chapter One ROCHELLE Rule number one of dating your crush: Never, ever, accept to be in an open relationship. I headed to SilverStone Academy, a big bouquet of flowers in my hand, chocolate bars and a very expensive perfume that took more than half of my savings. All to surprise my boyfriend on our first anniversary. As I walked past the students, their eyes followed me. “What is the omega doing this time?” “Is this a new way of seeking attention?” “I bet you the flowers are for Alpha Darren. She's always shamelessly throwing herself at him. Doing everything to get him to look at her.”

I couldn’t remember the last time we held hands like this, but her touch was warm and surprisingly comforting. As we danced, I held her by the torso, guiding her gracefully across the floor. We moved in sync, our steps flowing as smoothly as in a Cinderella fairy tale. Our eyes locked the entire time, and for the first time, I saw the true beauty of Rachel’s eyes—eyes that conveyed every emotion, every thought. It felt as though we were drawn to each other by some unknown force, despite our mutual animosity. There was something magnetic in the way our bodies moved together, and it left me feeling strangely connected to her.