Novelas y relatos de Desi Romance

he chirped In. “Don't worry about me sweetheart, I am fine” she assured. “Okay. If you say so. Just know that if you ever need to talk, I am here for you baby” “I know my love” she replied neither reluctantly as he began the arduous task of unfastening the corset. It fell to the floor in a heap along with the other garments and Rosita was now standing before him, completely naked, looking like a goddess. Her body was good. Perfectly sculptured.

Brent~ Alisson lets out a panicked cry as my hand unclamp her neck, “Yess,” she whispers softly, “please fuck my naughty cunt. Please.” I always knew Ron was a screw up but I didn’t expect him to cheat on this walking temptation. I search her face for a hint of conflict but there’s nothing there, just lust. “Would you like to see how wet I am already?” Her hands dropped to the hem of her gown and my resolve shattered.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

She doesn't even want to hear from me. That wasn’t something I could tolerate. I leaned back in my chair, I needed a plan, something to remind Mia of what we had… of what she was missing. She’d always been a sucker for romance, hadn’t she? Romantic dates, and whispered promises of forever. That works for all women, it would surely work for her. I wasn’t used to women slipping through my grasp, least of all Mia. That was it. If I wanted to win her back, I needed to give her exactly what she craved.

He charges down his wraparound front porch steps and theatrically strides right through River and me, and makes River and me have to let go of each other's hands when he takes Sierra's hand, kneels down and asks her to marry him before he even says hello or introduces himself. She laughs. "Well, that's a no from me, but mainly because I'm a city girl and I'm moving in a few weeks, but I do like your vibe.and your face isn't half bad." She smiles and River and I share a look at the fact that her hand remains around Ezra Kane's. "My face is white in comparison to the rest of my body," flirtatiously says Ezra Kane. His gaze turns to River. "I mean, I was just saying, I was correct, man. You mak

His eyes scan the crowd, probably searching for Desi. I don't approach him. That would be too obvious. Instead, I text: You've got this. Remember, the truth will set you free. Desi appears at 6:55 with Helena and a few other friends. She looks beautiful in a rust-colored sweater and dark jeans, her hair in loose waves. She's laughing at something Helena said, completely unaware that her relationship is about to detonate in public. The contrast between her happiness and what's coming is almost poetic. I watch Otto spot her. His entire body tenses, his wolf probably clawing at his ribs. I can see the internal battle playing out across his face—the gentle Omega fighting against wounded pride an

This was different. This time, there was no audience to impress. No enemy to wound. No advantage to gain. She stepped closer. “I do.” Andrew waited until she closed the remaining distance. Their kiss was quiet and unhurried. It carried the tenderness they had both avoided naming, the affection built through years of shared work and small kindnesses, and the fear that came with risking something precious. When they separated, he rested his forehead briefly against hers. “Still want me to change the tie?” he murmured.

“I thought you knew.” His eyes softened. “Knew what?” “I was always yours.” For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he kissed me. Slow. Tender. Certain. And somewhere through the haze of happiness, I found myself thinking— Maybe honeymoon rules could start a little early. _____ Julia- My fingers dug into the invitation. The expensive cardstock crumpled beneath my grip. The elegant rose-gold lettering seemed to burn itself into my brain. YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED

I lifted my chin, smiled at the woman in the glass, and felt unbreakable. “Something tells me you’re ready.” Triss purred. “I am," I replied. We left the room together, self aware of the fact that we made necks turn as we walked into the hall. I glanced at her dress for the first time. Triss went simple. Nothing too loud or bold. A nude gown with a high slit and crystals that highlighted the love shaped breast structure. “I see heads dropping to get a look at those thighs of yours,” I teased her. A smile flushed her face.

He kept scanning the garden before his eyes landed on me standing on the porch wrapped only in a thick silk robe that did little to hide the curve of my boobs. “You must be Jasmine,” he said as his voice kept sending shivers down my core. “Your husband told me a lot about you.” I stepped forward letting the robe slip open just enough to reveal my lace bra that kept teasing my nipples underneath. “And you must be Leo,” I purred. “I have been waiting for someone to… take care of me.” He blinked, clearly taken aback by my boldness but the flicker of desire in his eyes was unmistaken. “I… I'm here to work, ma’am.”