Contemporary Romance Novel Excerpts 소설 & 이야기

I could feel their disapproval like a chill wind, but the mate mark on my chest glowed brighter, pulsing with shared power that defied both groups. James pulled me closer on the mossy ground, his hands roaming over my body with renewed hunger. He kissed my neck where his bite had marked me, his tongue soothing the tender skin while his fingers found my wet pussy again. I spread my legs for him, inviting the next wave of energy exchange. His cock, thick and ready, pressed against my entrance once more, sliding in with a slow, deliberate push that made me arch and moan. We moved together in a rhythm that built the magic, each thrust sending waves of heat through the bond.

My foot brushed his leg under the blanket and I left it there, toes tracing lightly along his calf. “Because right now, with you looking at me like this, I don’t feel like the heartbroken ex. I feel seen. And yeah, a little turned on if I’m being honest.” Dante’s jaw flexed but he didn’t pull back. Instead his hand came down on my ankle, thumb stroking slow circles on my skin. The touch sent sparks straight up to my aching cunt. “Careful with words like that, Riley. You’re beautiful, raw, and sitting here in my cabin after everything… it’s stirring up things I shouldn’t be thinking about my son’s girl.”

Liam leaned in again, lips brushing the sensitive skin just below her ear. “I can feel how wet you are already,” he murmured. “All from me touching you under a library table. Imagine what you’ll feel like when I actually get my hand inside these jeans.” Maya’s eyes fluttered. She was breathing too fast. The cursor on the shared document blinked on an empty line. Somewhere far across the floor a chair scraped, but no one came near them.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........

It was a very expensive ride. "Of course it is, this is a memory that I'll engrave in my head forever hehe." "Oh really? There were better moments than this though." I can't believe this guy is such a clichè. I guess he wanted to do some romantic stuff he saw on tv. "Better moments than this? I can't possibly think of anything better than riding the ferris wheel on the sunset with you, isn't that the most romantic?" Ugh, just like what I've thought! What a clichè.

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

I heard footsteps and it was coming closer. “Sister Raven?” The voice is gentle, sleepy and laced with concern. It’s Sister Miriam, the youngest novice, her cell just two doors down. “Are you alright? I heard…” I freeze against the wall, heart hammering so loud I’m sure she can hear it through the plaster. My shift clings to my damp skin, nipples tight, peaks scraping the fabric with every shallow breath. Between my thighs the slick heat pulses in time with the scar on my belly, that cursed little crescent that never lets me forget how alive this body still is. His text from last night keeps looping: ‘ruin… holy little cunt… forget how to pray.’ Each syllable drips lower, coating my folds un

He finishes with a shudder and a groan, spilling down my throat while his hand still cradles my neck like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. And when he pulls me to my feet and kisses me again deep, sticky, slow, I still taste everything. The sweetness. Sweeter than any honey I’ve ever tasted. The heat. Him. And I want more.

She gulped hard to find the room, which was decorated like it was for the nuptial night for the newlyweds. Harsh hugged her from her back, her fingers are tugging in her palm. She is looking at the surface. His fingers were roaming on her gown on the flat belly. "Are you ready to be mine?" He bit her earlobe, which caused a moan from her mouth. Her face colour matched with the red gown. She knows what he wants. She whirled rapidly and hid her face in his chest. He chuckled and his hands were roaming on her half bareback.