Closed Door Romance Novels & Stories

But then— A knock at the door. Her eyes flew open. Panic seized her chest. “Elena,” Adrian’s voice came, low and unhurried. Her heart nearly stopped. She gripped the edge of the tub, water lapping at her skin. “Go away!” she snapped, too quickly, too desperately. Silence. Then the soft click of the door handle. The lock she thought she’d turned wasn’t engaged. The door swung open. Adrian stepped inside, closing it behind him. He leaned casually against the door, his gaze sweeping the room before landing on her. His smirk was lazy, predatory.

Matt didn’t move for a second after the knock. “Matt?” Maya’s voice came again, louder this time. Jordy stepped back, his breathing still uneven, his mind scrambling to catch up with everything that had just happened. Matt finally turned toward the door, running a hand through his hair before unlocking it. The door opened. Maya stood there, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. “Why was your door locked?” Matt leaned casually against the frame like nothing had happened. “Privacy exists, you know.”

She ran her fingers across the cool, smooth edge of the black marble. Her chest lifted. Her chin came up. Something hot and quiet settled into her bones — not a thought, just a feeling, like she had been walking toward this room her whole life without knowing it. The joining door clicked open, and Roman stepped through, closing the panel behind him with a quiet, firm thud. He had already discarded his suit jacket, his white shirtsleeves rolled up to his thick forearms, revealing the powerful wrists that had claimed her over the weekend. He leaned against the edge of the doorframe, his dark, slate-gray eyes tracking her every move with a fierce, hard intensity.

She took a step back, keeping her distance between us. I took another step towards her, moving inside her room. She took another step backward again, keeping her distance between us. Max was getting annoyed by this and so was I. I wanted to be close to her. I quickly closed the door behind me and locked it. Her eyes opened wide as saucers. "Romeo, I think you need to leave…” She softly said, now her scent mixed with arousal, which was driving me crazy. I shook my head, No, and she gulped.

The heavy double doors of Velvet Chains whispered shut behind Elena Hart with a soft, ominous click that echoed through her bones. Her heart hammered violently against her ribs as she stepped into the dimly lit lounge. The air was thick with the scent of aged leather, dark musk, expensive perfume, and raw, unfiltered sex.

She relaxed and stared at him as he gently but firmly shoved himself within her. Without saying a word, Damein got up and took his glass of red wine. He then opened the door and felt a strong desire to see his woman. ~~~ When Inez heard the door open as she was laying on the bed staring at the ceiling,she immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Since her body wasn't covered by the comfort, Damein went over to her bed and sat on the other side, staring at her face. He was greeted by silence. Her eyes flew open as she felt his lips on her waist. As her heart pounded against her chest, she felt his hands on her waist. Seated fully on the bed, he bent his body towards her.

And then the door opened. Neither of them had heard the footsteps. Neither of them had even thought to lock the door. Nora gasped, spinning halfway around as Ellis stepped into the room. He stopped cold. His eyes took in the scene — her flushed cheeks, her bare chest, the glistening curve of her breasts, the way Roman stood so casually behind her, hand resting on the small of her back like he owned her. Ellis blinked once, twice. Then the corner of his mouth curled. “Well,” he said slowly, closing the door behind him with a soft click. “Looks like I missed the meeting memo.”

He turned toward her fully. “This isn’t negotiable.” “Neither is this,” she shot back. “You’re not the only one who cares whether she comes out alive.” The words landed harder than either expected. For half a second, neither spoke. Then Sebastian exhaled once. “Side door together,” he said. That was the closest thing to compromise she was getting. They moved carefully along the wall. The side hatch was half frozen shut. Sebastian forced it open slowly. Inside, darkness. Cold metal shelves.

Behind closed doors, the rest of the night belonged to them alone—soft words, sweet kisses, love remade in the hush before dawn. The city had hushed to a gentle pulse. Denver gently lifts India into his arms, aligning their mouths perfectly. India wraps her legs around his waist until she can feel the heat of her core through their clothes. Denver’s entire body is this close to having a Hulk moment right now as he fights the intense urge to rip her gown clear from her skin with one tear. The elevator makes the world’s slowest ascent upward before eventually depositing them on their floor. By the time the elevator doors slid open to their private floor. She points without breaking their kiss,

she cussed loudly, the haze of pleasure clearing off her as she jumped to her feet and straightened her hair. That same moment, the door swung open and Reid came in. WARNING PS: This story is going to take a different turn from here. It's a forbidden romance story which means that the scenes will be unhinged. The main characters are morally grey who have the hots for each other. If you are interested in a vanilla romance story where both the main leads are prim and proper then this book is not for you. But, if you don't care about decency and morality and you just want the steamy, hot and memorable sex scenes with plot twists and conflicts then read on, sit tight and enjoy the ride.