Closed Door Romance Novels & Stories

he ordered, as Eloise found her feet moving unwillingly, he walked into his room, slamming the door behind him, leaving Eloise outside, Eloise stood for a very long time, disappointed at how things had turned out between them, but she's not going to give up just yet, she'll keep apologizing till he forgives her. … Hello my lovely readers, hope you've been enjoying this book so far, feel free to drop your comments and thoughts about this book and don't forget to vote please. DO CHECK OR ADD OTHER BOOKS OF THE AUTHOR… *REVENGE ON THE MAFIA LORD *JUST ONE MONTH *THE FORBIDDEN ROMANCE YOU CAN ALSO CHECK MY I*******M PAGE, TO SEE THE APPEARANCE OF YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS,TO MAKE READING MORE FUN

Closing and locking the door Romero turned her into his arms and kissed her passionately she melted against him kissing him back, ‘I will not wait to marry you, baby, you have two weeks to find your dress everything else is arranged. I am not letting you go this time.’ He lifted her and laid her on the bed, pushing her legs apart after tugging off her panties. ‘You. Are. Mine.’ He punctuated each word with a hard thrust hitting her G-spot each time making her gasp and cry out with pleasure, pinning her beneath him he thrust deeper and deeper, ‘Do you understand baby?’

While her tongue worked on my tip, her hands moved around my shaft. She suddenly let me out with a loud pop, flashed me a smile and then….. She took me in…All of my fucking inch. I was losing it. Especially at the wet, sloppy sounds that echoed around the room. “Yeah, just like that baby” The words barely made its way out of me. My eyes were shut in pleasure and my hand was guiding her head along in rhythmic bop. I was almost there. Suddenly, the door burst open. “What the fuck!!!” my roommate’s voice sliced through the air.

Four thick black leather cuffs are bolted to the headboard and footboard with discreet metal rings. A coil of soft red rope sits on the nightstand next to a black satin blindfold and a small bottle of lube. My thighs clench involuntarily at the sight. The bedroom door clicks shut behind me like a vault sealing. Jax doesn’t speak. He just lifts one brow, permission and command all in one and I step out of my heels, trembling, as I let the red dress slide down my body and pool at my feet. I'm standing naked except for the faint bruises he left on my hips three nights ago.

I followed him, a slightly timid smile on my lips, my heart beating with impatience. In his bedroom, the light was soft, creating a soothing aura that contrasted with the excitement coursing through me. Romain moved gently, freeing me from my jacket and carrying me, his gaze never leaving mine. Each gesture was imbued with a palpable sensuality. He closed the door behind him, and in that small room, we merged into a bubble of intimacy.

So she came down from the counter and took him to their room and shut the door with the keys. It was fascinating that they didn’t have to talk to know what they both wanted. She could hear his wild thoughts as she lay on the bed and started to stroke her clit with her finger, but Roman wasn’t just going to stand there and watch her make him rock hard, he joined her on the bed and kissed her and stoked her clit instead while she rubbed his crotch with her hand.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, his chest heaving violently against hers as the echoes of their breaths filled the vast, quiet library. Grace held him just as tightly, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. In the absolute isolation of the East Wing library, under the shadow of the basalt wall, the clinical boundaries holding their marriage together had been completely reduced to ashes, leaving nothing behind but the raw, undeniable truth of the man who had built a fortress to keep her alive.

"She's dead as soon as she opens the door for them! Paolo will snatch everything he sees, Quinto will throw open all the windows to attract the zombies, and Marco will force her into giving up her supplies at knife point!" "And when they eventually kill her dog in the end, that good-for-nothing Valerio will still be too damn scared to even make a peep!" However, if I didn't open the door for them, all four of them would die outside my door. "Gemma Barletta!" Valerio pounded on the door again. "The zombies are right outside! You heard them! Hurry up and open the door!" Paolo also threw his weight against the door, making the door shake and rattle even more loudly than before.

The sex had been mind-blowing, his mouth on my clit, sucking until I bucked against his face; his tongue fucking into me before he replaced it with his cock, slamming home. After what felt like hours, I forced myself up. I dressed in soft leggings and an oversized sweater, something comfortable to hide in. Grabbing the book I'd abandoned weeks ago, a steamy romance that now felt tame compared to my reality. I curled up on the bed, trying to lose myself in the pages. A knock at the door jolted me. Before I could respond, it creaked open, and Roman stepped in, his presence filling the room. He sat on the edge of the bed, close enough that I could smell his clean scent.

He just shut the door behind him and began gesturing into the room, his eyes dragging across every inch of her body. Isadora’s body quivered from within, the look in his eyes stirring up something rough and dangerous within her. But she shut it out. Because… she couldn’t be dripping or desiring him again, like he and his brother didn’t fucking ruin her body like she was theirs to greedily ravish. “So, you are into stuff like this?” Damian asked, raising the book that she was reading. It was a dark romance, and the title was enough introduction about what the book contained.