Novel & Cerita Contemporary Romance Books

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

But Noah’s title stopped me cold. Dirty Desire. A nervous laugh escaped my mouth. Surely, I was imagining things, I had to be imagining things. Surely, this wasn’t what I thought it was. But when I opened the first page, my breath hitched. I couldn't believe my eyes. Noah hadn’t written a romance. He’d written a fantasy. His fantasy, a well detailed one at that. The words became more and more serious with each line: “She’s older, irresistible. Her voluptuous boobs pressed against my mouth”, “her wet pussy clenching tightly around me”, “her big fat ass bouncing against my hips.”

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."

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Her lungs burned, but she didn't dare inhale. She was terrified that even the rise of her chest might make him stop. His touch was featherlight, barely there, yet it seared her skin. He moved lower, his knuckles grazing the hollow of her throat, then sliding down the center of her chest. Her breath hitched, finally escaping in a ragged exhale as his fingers reached the swell of her breast. Her skin was burning hot, flushed and hypersensitive to every micro-movement of his hand. The contrast of his rough fingertips against her soft flesh was electric.

" Daisy opened up the bench and pulled out a book of Chopin's works, right to page sixty six, four pages of real music here that must have been written at least a hundred and fifty years ago. Her hands delicately poised over the keyboard she began to play an etude which was not only a study in music but very expressive as well. I was sitting on the sofa listening to Daisy and I had the nicest feeling that here is a lady who likes me a lot and I feel the same way towards her and when will it be that we start getting intimate? We met half a year ago so I am wondering, when was the last time Daisy was satisfied in any way, and did she want to get things going? My hunch is she does but wants to

he said, voice rough. “I want this.” He gave it to her. The counter remained solid beneath her. Sienna locked her legs around him and met every thrust, the clinical apartment around them reduced to background. When she came it was with her mouth against his shoulder and her body tightening hard around him. Roman did not slow. He lifted her from the counter, carried her the short distance to the sofa, and took her again on her back, knees high, the pace harder than before. “Still interested in breaking the design?” he asked.

“I’m going to fill you up, Zara. My perfect, brilliant, infuriating rival.” His own release crashed over him, and he shuddered, pumping his hot cum deep inside her with a series of ragged, groaning thrusts. He collapsed on top of her, his weight a comforting anchor, both of them breathing as if they’d run for miles. Slowly, the world came back. The smell of sex and shattered moonflower filled the air. Ronan shifted his weight, but didn’t pull out of her, instead propping himself up on his elbows to look down at her.

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Her hand slid from Angel’s neck down to the edge of the tank top, fingers tracing the neckline. “Tell me to stop,” Juliana murmured. Angel said nothing. Juliana kissed her. The kiss was slow at first but the second Angel opened her mouth the kiss turned deep and claiming. Juliana’s tongue slid against hers. One hand cupped the back of Angel’s head while the other settled on her waist and pulled her flush against soft curves. Angel moaned into the kiss. Heat flooded her pussy so fast it made her knees weak. Juliana walked her backward until Angel’s hips hit the edge of the kitchen island. She lifted Angel onto it like she weighed nothing and stepped between her thighs. The robe fell open.