Clean Romance Novels & Stories

My cries were lost in the kiss. Time dissolved, leaving only the primal drive to claim and be claimed. Their bodies moved in perfect sync. My climax shattered her, her body bowing beneath Romario's. His follow-up growl sent shivers down my spine. As we collapsed, entwined and spent, the room's silence contrasted starkly with the tumultuous passion. My eyes drifted shut, my chest heaving. Romario’s warmth enveloped me, “good night pet, I will clean us up.”

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

“Enough!” I screeched tired of his games, while now he is nice I know his kindness will end when the sun rises. He slowly kisses my unsuspecting lips, while I close my eyes without hesitation. “Just give me this chance.” He whispers to me with his champagne-scented breath. “Give me one more night.” He asks me as his brown eyes fill with tears. I fall exhausted before his nostalgic gaze, while we both undress completely, to share a small tub where he massages every part of my body, while the most obvious hiding places of my body are found with great ease by that clever man.

She held up her hands at his face and cupped it gently. Reynold chuckled and kissed her again. "I can't get enough of you, Iryna. Each time I kiss you," he stopped and looked at her face. "It seems as if my wants increase. You are like cocaine. I already feel addicted to you." Iryna smiled and looked away. "You should work on your romance language. Not a lot of girls would like being compared to cocaine," she chuckled. "I will punish you for that," Reynold laughed and he squeezed her nipples.

"Don't say that, I don't want to hear it anymore we are rich, you and me! There is no poor person among us." Without a word, he drew closer, gently placing a hand on my cheek, his touch both comforting and burning. Romain brought his lips to mine for a soft kiss, hesitant at first, but which quickly transformed into a flamboyant declaration of passion. His hands explored my arms, tracing imaginary curves that awakened a deep desire within me.

"Maybe that's the point." Damien watched her for a long moment. Then, with quiet finality, he said, "You're better than this. Don't let them make you forget that." "You know what would really make them choke?" she slurred, eyes glittering with spite and liquor. "If I walked in next weekend on your arm, dripping diamonds and lies. Told the whole world we're madly in love." Damien raised an eyebrow. "You're suggesting we fake date?" She hiccupped. "Not seriously. Unless you're that bored."

There was no flirtation in her gaze just pure confusion and silence. Roman stared down at her, his jaw tight. He could see how her lips trembled, how she tried to breathe normally. Slowly, he reached out and dragged his thumb across her lips, smudging her scarlet lipstick from her pouty lips. He didn’t do it gently. It was rough, almost like he wanted to smear away her innocence. Her lips opened a little under the pressure. She let him touch her without pulling back, without resisting his touch and completely surrendered.

“Relax and just stretch for me, little rogue.” So that’s what happened. I stretched myself until the tip of his cock passes the ring. I groaned in pain, but felt my inner muscles yearning for more friction. “I can complete you, Alexa.” Romero got up from the carpeted floor this time. He kissed me firmly on the lips. The scent of tobacco and vanilla mixed with the scent of my body on his tongue. His body now trapped me with Alastair. Slowly, Alastair and Romero laid me down on the bed after Gabriel and Lorraine rolled to the other side of the bed.

Her eyes red, she tried to sound generous as she said, "Felix, don't you love me the most? Are you really going to blame me for this? I'm your only public girlfriend; everyone expects you to marry me. I'm upset, Felix. I'm the one who's been by your side. Why would you need a substitute who looks just like me? You can't love anyone else—only me!" She thought her tantrum would make Felix apologize and comfort her. But Felix's gaze turned icy with fury, the killing intent practically radiating off of him. He only relaxed when he saw me open my eyes. The three followers, seeing the tension, quickly jumped in. "Mr. Palmer, Darcy is your true love. Everyone else is just a passing fling. You shoul

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."