Hot Love Scenes In Romance Novels の小説・ストーリー

"Mr. Romantic, the poet. I have told you what I thinking of, take it or leave it." He smiled. I watched as he worked on my wound, his hands moving romantically on my skin. His hands, the best hands, so sexy. As he cleaned my wounds and bandaged them, memories of when those hands were on my body filled my head. Memories of the times we made love in different ways, the pleasure, the breath he stole from me, the sanity. Heat began to protrude from my body. The heat had nothing to do with my cut and everything to do with him.

I don't, but I didn't give up without fighting you and I'm not going to leave those two parts without at least trying to do the same" "You're as romantic as I am desperate" "My books should have warned you about that" "You got to be kidding! Pornography is not the same as romance" "Depends on how it's written. It's not all moaning, unbridled sex, and exclamations of "oh my god!" ... Something has to lead to love" "So you're reading epic romances instead of porn huh?" I raise a skeptical eyebrow at him. "You didn't seem to have any objection when I was making you fall in love"

’ Then she gave a loud hiccup. ‘This is becoming a habit. Hiccupping, I mean. I think it may be time you went to bed yourself,’ he advised gently. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said carefully, not wanting to make a fool of herself. He stroked her cheek, sending fiery waves of heat through her body. He smelt clean and masculine, his own unique scent which she had come to recognize and love. His grip on her tightened and she melted against him, knowing she was playing with a fire she didn’t have the capacity or desire to resist. His lips came to rest on hers, gentle and yet demanding. It felt just as she had dreamed it; her wants, her needs were all here, melting into the body of the man she loved. She fel

His eyes are darkened by shadows and lust, and I spread my legs apart, giving him enough room to fit his tall frame between my legs. “You’re so fucking hot, Heidi,” he tells me, starting to slide his boxers down his legs. I watch him, swallowing hard as I wait for him to finally get rid of all the layers of clothing and get back to me. The whole scene is so sexy and effortlessly arousing that I can’t recognize myself and my dirty thoughts. It feels like a scene straight out of one of those steamy romance books I like reading so much. Having read so many of them is coming in handy right now. Otherise, I’d have no idea what to do to make Cal feel as good as he’s making me feel. I don’t want to

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He slurred the last part and she gulped hearing that 'hot' word, her head already started playing all the scenarios making her heart to beat more faster but she was unable to pay much attention to the scenarios rather her attention was fully consumed with his giant body standing so close to her, his large hands resting firmly on her jeans clad thighs, his intoxicated scent invading her nostrils and not to mention his deep raspy voice. "I love your eyes, Jewel." He said in a deep low voice and her eyes focused on his that was looking at her with an unknown emotion swirling in them. He loves her eyes! OH GOD! His silver gray eyes slowly lowered to her lips and then back to her eyes and she unk

LOVE IN THE CROSSFIRE Florence A.S Chapter 020: Love, Sex, and Death. The Warmth of Sofia's body radiates to Spencer as he cuddled her deeply in a spoon position, he didn't want morning to come just yet, so he holds on tight to her body feeling her skin pressed up against his, this wakes Sofia up, and she immediately feels Spencer's warmth, his chiseled shirtless body against hers, the friction from her silk pajamas and his sleep short arouses him and he kisses her on her neck, she turns around facing him, she can feel the bulge from his sleep shorts.

He pulled her into a passionate kiss, his hands roaming her body as the water cascaded over them. Nicholas carried Rosalie into the bedroom, their lips locked in a heated embrace. He laid her down on the bed, his hands caressing her curves as she arched into his touch. "Please..." Rosalies desperate plea trails off. "Shh, be patient, sweet girl. I'll take care of you. Let me take care of you." Nicholas whispered with intense emotions. Their bodies moved together in a sensual dance, their moans of pleasure filling the air. Nicholas lost himself in the sensation of Rosalie's skin against his, the guilt and shame of his past actions, momentarily forgotten as he drowned in the love he felt for h

“There are blankets downstairs. And extra pillows. So you can make yourself comfortable.” “I will. And I plan to borrow a book or two from your interesting collection.” His eyes are on the bookshelf in my room, which is full of romance novels. “T.L. Smith seems to be one of your favorite authors.” “She is. Her books are dark, sexy, and a little fucked-up. Kind of like you,” I tease, lazily rolling over in his arms. “I am so fucking glad you are mine,” he whispers, holding me tight. “I love you, Callie.”

My lips pressed softly against her, warm and gentle, just feeling her, sliding over her slit with the softest caresses. She gasped, eyes fluttering shut, but my fingers dug into her firm hips, forcing her to open them again. All my tangled emotions—anger, lust, longing—blazed in my gaze, silently pleading with her to meet my eyes. My lips moved again, stroking, nibbling, softly sucking, exploring every tender curve. A soft hiss left her lips, eyes wide and shimmering. There was a strange fire in her gaze as we stared at each other. I couldn’t place it, but it struck me deeply.