Novel & Cerita Free Romance

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

he whispered close to my ear. “Again?” I asked, still breathless. He pressed a small remote in his hand, and with a soft mechanical hum, a sleek, brand-new BMW X1 rolled into view across the lawn. Its deep midnight-blue paint shimmered under the fairy lights. “It’s yours,” he said, his eyes glowing with happiness. Tears betrayed me first, slipping quietly down my cheeks. “Are you—” I started, but he hushed me gently, pressing his lips softly on mine.

It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish. When he finally released me, we were both panting. "You love me," Francis said, locking eyes with me, each word deliberate as if willing it to be true. "You'll keep loving me. The drugs are irrelevant." I could not help but laugh. "Francis, who are you kidding?" Francis acted like he did not hear me. He just stood up and smoothed out his suit. "You're getting out tomorrow. Come stay at my place." "That's not my home," I said.

“I’m not asking for romance, Cameron. I’m asking you to put your hands on me before I scream from lack of touch.” He should have stepped back. Should have remembered the corner office he was days away from, the stock options, the life he had bled for. Instead he stared at her mouth and felt his control snap like cheap thread. She felt it too. Her pupils blew wide. “Tomorrow,” she whispered, “you’ll sit across from my husband and pretend you’ll remember exactly how I taste. And you’ll still want more.” She rose on her toes and brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth, barely a kiss, more a promise. Then she picked up the bottle, turned, and walked out.

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This was like a dream come true for Amy. Bryan, the only man she desires, the love of her life, her heart beat, was kissing her. His kiss was so much different from that of Kyle. His kiss was passionate, it was filled with love and longing, like he too wanted it.

he said. "Just shut up Ryan!" "My only regret is I didn't get to kiss those rosy lips like I planned" he said. "I said shut up!" I yelled. "Have you ever touched her skin, it feels so soft and delicate and....." "Ryan!" I yelled as I dropped my towels and punched him and he fell on the bed. "Come on, don't tell me you haven't noticed how sexy our little Jasmine is" he said amidst laughter and I punched him again.

The beast suddenly jumped, biting the black-robed man's arm and throwing it away with his strength, then he knocked the other man down with his big hind legs, he let out a fierce roar, and repeatedly licked his sharp teeth. I was sitting in the doorway, and suddenly behind me, I was sitting at the door, and all of a sudden, behind me, a voice rang out. "Dare you, boring with living?" "Hmm… Clinton again, come on." The men dressed in black descended from the terrace and disappeared. I turned to horror, a beautiful girl, short blond lemon hair and bright orange amber eyes, her bodice floating. The moonlight behind the girl made her look even better. "Thank you." Without her, I might have been

#LoveSexRomance A/N: All my stories are not "EDITED VERSION" yet, so there are a lot of mistakes and typos like grammar and everything that is wrong when you read it...please be patient hehehe ty.

he asked. "... I always believe that romances are about rogue men who abuse their mate but love them nevertheless." "Please stop reading books like that. It ruins the reputation of a humble man like me." Now he's looking at me with no signs of coldness, picks my hand from his forehead, and kisses my knuckles. "I love you even without the mate bond. I cannot... I just can't... do what you specified." I smiled inevitably and I think it made me look angelic.