Closed Door Romance Novels & Stories

His fingers never loosened, even as we passed Lana and Alex, who exchanged wide-eyed glances but said nothing. He kicked open a bedroom door like he owned the whole damn house and pulled me in. Slammed it shut. Locked it. Then he turned. I barely had time to gasp before he had me pressed against the door, his body caging mine, heat rolling off him in waves. “Roman" His lips crashed into mine, brutal and hungry. I moaned into his mouth, grabbing his hoodie, pulling him closer like I needed him to melt into me. His kiss was fire. A warning. A punishment. A claim.

He held my both hands upwards on the car door and went all in again, slamming the doors in between my thighs, this time felt better, he continued thrusting gently and kissing the sensitive skin underneath my ear, while I moaned softly. “You're so tight Michelle” he whispered in my ear as he pounded harder. He groaned and slammed for the last time and my legs gave out as they shook violently. He kissed my forehead again, as he fell on me breathing hard. A few minutes later, he pulled me into his arms, holding me close as if protecting something fragile. The windows steamed up, and for a while, it was just us—lost in a moment we shouldn’t have shared. *** The early morning breeze at 5 AM stirr

That filthy string of words that had made me clench my thighs in the middle of a damn orchestra. My phone sat heavy in my pocket, but I didn’t dare look at it again. I touched my lips instead, like I could erase the way they’d parted when I read his message. A knock came soft, deliberate. My stomach flipped. Before I could even answer, the handle turned. “Mav—” I cut my squeal off to avoid drawing attention. He slipped in and shut the door, locking it behind him. The click made my pulse spike. The room suddenly felt too small, steam rising even though the shower hadn’t started.

Not the thrill of being seen, not the ache of being touched. I closed my eyes tightly and breathed deep, willing the tremor out of my bones. Alexander still thought I was Clara, his once meek housemaid turned resentful ghost. And I needed it to stay that way, at least for now. He couldn’t know the truth. If he did, everything would collapse. A soft knock broke the silence. I turned, The door opened slightly, and there he was. Alexander Bologna. Storm-gray eyes shadowed by something unreadable. He didn’t come inside. He just stood there, one hand still on the door handle as if he is unsure he wanted to be here.

It was the only door open beside his bedroom at the end, and she didn't want to overstep by going in there without his permission. After relieving herself, Juliet began to walk back to the living room when her eye was drawn to the door on the opposite wall just before Matthew's bedroom. She wasn't sure how she had missed it on her way to the restroom, but it had her attention now. This door looked just like the others, but it only had a keypad above the handle. Curiosity drew her in, and she walked over to the door and ran her fingers over the keypad slowly. She desperately wanted to know what was behind a door that would require a combination to be entered.

"Faith, can I kiss you?" The moment I heard him, my heart pulsated erratically. I didn't know what to do as he cupped my face. He was looking at me with his deep-set of eyes and for me it was dangerous. Our lips met and I wanted to push him away but my traitor self was controlling me. His kisses were so deep and passionate. I closed my eyes and felt him savoring my lips like he was accounting for all the months that we've wasted.

And i think it’s challenging because you three will have sex. I continue pleasuring my self when i heard a doorbell, maybe that was the pizza delivery. I grabbed the towel and roll it to my body and open the door. I saw a handsome guy in my door. my brows arched. Is he the pizza delivery he’s so handsome to become a pizza delivery then i think a playful game. I slowly let go of the towel that covering me. I saw how his dick stand up like his ready to enter my pussy. I grabbed his hands and lock the door. He immediately pinned me in the back of the door and kissed me. I kissed him back and my hands travel to his pants and removed it. Thank god that his wearing a large shirt so it’s easy to re

’ She thought as her eyes tears fall. As Loki went home. She only could rest on her bed to forgot everything from her ex and rolled her body side by side then fall asleep, while she kept holding a picture of her and Jen together. •• At a wee mansion of Louise Luthenberg, Louise cheerfully smiled and walked around in his room and sat to his soft couch. As he removed her leather black jacket, an ID card dropped on his floor and felt curious. He was surprised. ‘It was her.. My darling Loki.’

“What happens behind closed doors has never been up for discussion, but none of us are stupid.” That was a little more defensive. “Our nightlife has never crossed with our wholesome daytime family outings. Besides, I’m finalizing a rather messy divorce myself,” He settled back into his previous ease. “Gold-digging, lying, cheating bitch syndrome?” “Ding ding, we have a winner.” “And what is my prize?” “A dance. This is a good song.” I couldn’t argue. The song was slow, sultry, with a bass line that felt like a second heartbeat.

"I was wrong, James. Please let me go." Just then, a rough and masculine voice resounded from outside. "Emily Hill! Don't think that I don't know that you're hiding here! How dare you seek out another man after spending my money, you bitch." The newcomer was the son of a factory owner in town. He kicked the door open, frowning when he laid eyes upon the scene. "I didn't know you liked to mess around with another man's woman, Captain Wesley. "Aren't you afraid of your reputation being dragged through the mud if this gets out? You're about to be married soon.