Dnd Sweet Romance Novels & Stories

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.

All that clouded my mind was the overwhelming feeling of running along the woods and visiting my favorite stream once again, enjoying the cool warmth of nature just like before, and most importantly, meeting my sweetheart. Mate... Kisses. lol

Candy announced to the two girls and two boys we approached. “H-Hello,” I greeted them shyly. “Who is she?” one of the girls asked. “Uh? Josh Rain? Is that you?!” one of the guys exclaimed in disbelief upon seeing Josh. “Yeah. Long time no see, Bro,” Josh greeted the guy briefly. “This is Yannie Ace. Josh's girlfriend,” Candy announced with a smile to her companions. “Oh? Really?” commented one of the girls.

I gasped and tried to push his chest, but he just held my nape and pulled me towards him. I tried to respond to his kisses with the same ferocity. He groaned when I bit his lower lip and showered his lips down to his neck with feathery kisses. He grabbed a handful of my hair and brought my lips to his. I gasped as I felt my core getting wet with his kisses. His hands started roaming my body, and I just let him. I could feel something inside me, and I'm craving him more. I encircled my hands around his nape and breathed on his neck when he stopped. We were both panting and sweating bullets.

“But they demand courage. And sacrifice.” The romantic tension built slowly in the rain-lit office, like layers unfolding in an emotional tale. Darius stood to retrieve a book from the shelf, his broad shoulders brushing close as he leaned over her to point out a passage. Selene felt the warmth radiating from him, her full curves shifting as she turned the pages, their heads nearly touching. The air thickened with unspoken words, his rut’s faint edge making his scent more pronounced—rich like aged wood and storm winds. He didn’t pull away immediately, instead tracing a line in the text with a finger, his hand near hers.

I watch it sink in and they nod and let it go. Later that night after we spent hours making love to each before exhaustion took over. "I love you guys so much. I can't believe I tamed former manwhores and had their babies." I tell them cheekily earning a swat on my ass from Tyson "well you're stuck with us love" Toni says kissing my forehead. "I know one thing though. You are and will always be our sassy sweetheart" Tristan says as we all fall asleep from exhaustion. (A/N: thanks for reading my first book ever! I have started the second book in this series and will be posting it shortly)

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

“You’re staring at each other again.” Noelle’s small voice cut through the thick silence. Sebastian stepped back immediately, releasing Nyra’s arm as if he’d been caught doing something forbidden. Nyra straightened, ignoring the sting in her grazed arm. “We’re not.” “You are,” Noelle insisted. “Like in the movies before they kiss.” Sebastian cleared his throat. “Enough.” Sirens wailed outside the lodge. Guests were being ushered away, security shouting instructions. The scent of gunpowder still hung in the air, mixing with pine and melted wax from fallen candles.

I say firmly. “Not sweet love. If you are looking for a romantic person with green flags, you are in the wrong place and waiting for something that will not fill you. Our romance is dark, that one that has a lot of red flags and we want more. We like the possessive, the firmly delivered.

Dante Man, the way Kenna tastes is like honey, so sweet and delicious. I swear to God, I could eat her out all day every day. She is my new fantasy, my new eternity. There is nobody I wouldn’t kill for my beautiful sweetheart lying beneath me, her breathing irregular as she tries to bring her heart rate down.