Feel Good Romance Novels & Stories

Roman growled, his fingers digging into my hips, his hips bucking as he spilled himself inside me, the sensation drawing a moan from him. We collapsed in a heap, our breathing heavy, our bodies trembling. "That was... amazing," I breathed, my heart still pounding, my body tingling. "Mmm," Roman agreed, his arms wrapping around me, holding me close. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, letting the sound lull me. "I could get used to this," I murmured, my fingers tracing patterns on his skin, enjoying the feel of his warmth against mine. "Me too," he agreed, his hands stroking up and down my back, the motion soothing.

I muttered a thank you to him as he starts up the car. "No need to thank me Samantha, tonight you will be my women and it's only my duty to open doors for you. Treat you like a queen you are." He used the hand that wasn't holding the steering wheel to hold mine and place a kiss on it. I giggled out loud like an high school girl. Who knew my romoe was actually a real life Romeo ,he has being behaving so romantic since yesterday and I am loving this side of him. It new and loving. I wish this night could never end.

I should be thankful, kissing on the lips isn't something we can easily go back from and a forehead kiss is not as serious but with Roman, what's normal is not normal and somehow a forehead kiss from him makes me feel more than I imagine I would from an actual kiss. “Good night, Cookie” Roman whispers the words over my forehead. He pulls away briefly to stare into my eyes as he speaks again. “Dream of me?” He asks with an attractive smile. I snort, “You wish” Hours later when I shower the day off and fall into my bed. My temple is still burning and I can still feel Roman's lips pressed against it. I feel... I feel euphoric.

No sooner had she said this, did Rose feel a presence she was all too familiar with, and smelled a cologne she was getting hooked on. Roman had joined them. He stopped next to Rose, bent down and kissed her softly, “Thanks for the feast.” “Anytime,” she beamed at him. With only a few words, and a sweet gesture, he managed to make her heart hammer into her chest. Rose wasn’t sure what to do with her traitorous body. Every nerve-end felt alive in the presence of the man who had her heart. He might be bad, and different shades of dangerous, but it seemed like she just craved the burn.

They feel like they are the only two people in the world, lost in each other's embrace. So, even though they've been married for a long time, this trip has brought them closer together. They feel like they are falling in love all over again. After their romantic river cruise, they head back to their hotel room. They enjoy a candlelit dinner and spend the rest of the evening dancing in the moonlight. They feel like they are the only two people in the world, and they never want the night to end.

“You offered me a ride in the castle due to its long corridors. I am tired, pick me up.” Zuriel’s face was frozen with shock, then he laughed “finally.” “Sure, why not.” He bent and stretched his arms to carry me, his warm embrace soothed my nerves. It took me some time to adjust in his long arms, as my life was barren in this category of loving gestures. Why reading some lines about romance was so dear to the readers, it was understandable now. The feeling, the care, the connection you sensed in this hold could grow intimacy between two people, and it was working in my case too.

"The object is to return to a scene and substitute the bad feelings with good ones." Oh God. His hands were freaking amazing. And talented. Firm fingers, soothing motion. "Substitute feelings?" she breathed. He dipped his face near hers, their cheeks brushing. The rasp of his beard grazed her skin and sent every nerve in her body on fire as he pressed closer, cradling her against him. "Are you scared right now? Panicked or upset?" "No." "Do you feel good?" His hot breath fanned her jaw. She moaned and tilted her head back, fully leaning on him. "Yes." So, so good. Her breasts ached and her panties grew damp. "Yes," she repeated. Pleaded.

Gentle and romantic. Kael hugged me. My waist was touched by one hand. The other is grasping mine. He enquired, "How are you feeling?"Excellent. This is ideal." "Not too much to handle?"Absolutely not. It's just right. Together, we swayed. lost in one another. Mrs. Blackwell, you have my undying love."Mr. Blackwell, I also love you ." Repeat it. Mrs. Blackwell? "Yeah. I like hearing it. Knowing you chose it."

"I'm confused and shocked, sir. Besides, you also gave flowers to other women." Unable to resist any longer, the man grabbed the girl's lips and they shared their longing in bed. Romance based on love is more enjoyable and passionate than forced love. Both of them were active with their own seductive movements, their burning longing driving them both ravenous like people who hadn't eaten in days. Their moans echoed, making them drift off into the bliss of heaven on earth. The heated struggle only stopped after both of them felt tired and weak, and finally they fell asleep hugging each other.

I stared at him gently and yet softly. “I owe you big time,” I said subtly. He looked at me while asking me why. “It’s because you make me feel fucking good, just like a woman should!” “Give me more of your goddamn pussy, boo!” he requested while I spread my legs wider. And wider! And wider! And wider! Just until my pussy dripped of water and I couldn’t take it any longer. Romance never had to be about sex; it was just about two souls, two hemispheres, who would come together to be one.