Ice Skating Romance Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

The way he stared at me with that intense look in his eyes made my body feel hot all over and even now as I sat there alone I could not stop remembering the almost kiss energy between us that made the air feel thick and heavy like it was pulling us together even when we were fighting. I picked up my phone because I needed something to distract me and I opened the secret folder where I kept all of his old hockey videos from before I even knew him personally and I started watching one where he was skating so fast across the ice with his strong muscles working hard under his jersey and his dark hair messy from the game and his face so focused and determined that it made my stomach twist in that

My thumb stroked her cheekbone, feeling the soft, velvet heat of her skin against my calloused palm. "And then you walked onto my ice," I corrected softly, my voice dropping into a low, fierce whisper that trembled with restraint. "You walked in here with your arrogant stride, your broken ribs, and that absurdly perfect edge-work, and you made me care again. For seventeen years, I was just managing spreadsheets and running drills. But watching you skate, Asya... you gave me back the only thing I thought I’d lost forever." "What’s that?" she whispered, leaning into my hand, her lips parting as her warm breath brushed against my thumb.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

She smelt of rain. Misha always smelt of flowers. She... She smelt of rain. Suddenly, Axel wished it was raining. * The two figures came closer, Fire and Ice, with the moon shining at both of them, glad that they would meet under Her watchful gaze, smiling when the two clashed finally and would prove once and for all, the power of love itself. Let the magic begin.

Lips and tongue spoke words and promises, some of them made no sense to me but that was perfect. The night was cool, the slight breeze from the lake made it even cooler, Kayla's body on mine was cold, raising chills on my body. She felt the chills and pulled back but only a little. "I'm alright," I assured her. Her lips were damp and swollen from kisses. I wanted more. I leaned forward. "Are you sure?" She asked. I nodded. "Right now I don't think I blizzard would stop me from being here with you. All the cold in the world could try and failed."

and the worst part. I wasn't sure I even wanted to ever stop. it felt so fucking good. ``` The next morning, I woke up with a headache and a lingering sense of doom. as usual, I barelt slept and my mind kept replaying Dorian's kiss on a fucking loop. I hated myself for how badly I wanted more and one thing I dreaded was seeing Dorian again, especially when he's skating like he owned the ice. my face wouldn't be able to hide how I want to go down on my knees and take him down my throat.

Just me, the stick in my hands, the cold rush of the wind in my face as I tore across the ice. I didn’t have to smile here. Didn’t have to flirt or joke or carry the weight of being Nick Marsh—the golden boy, the guy everyone watched. On the ice, I was just fast. Focused. Free. --- After practice, the locker room filled with steam and sweat and the sound of guys razzing each other over missed goals and dumb passes. I sat on the bench, unwrapping my tape, my muscles still buzzing from adrenaline. That’s when Dylan plopped down across from me, phone already out, grinning like he’d won the lottery.

he growled, in a husky sexy voice that made my insides tremble. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and pulled him in close. “My man can skate,” I purred seductively, looking into his eyes. I could feel the burning passion sizzling between us. He bent his knees so we were on the same level, held me tight and then stood back up, lifting me off my feet. He started to skate gently around the rink. I wrapped my legs around his waist while he skated around, occasionally doing small spins and changing to skate backwards. His eyes never left mine. It was the most erotic and sexy thing that had ever happened to me, and my whole body was yearning for him. “I love you so much, Angel,” he whisper

VIVIANE I put my fingers inside her hair and stroked, reveling in her softness and wanting to make sure this was happening. When I realized it, we were already lying on a chaise longue, kissing passionately. I had never been with another person in such an intimate moment because João Felipe was touching me in a way that I never allowed anyone else to touch me. I guess I've always been waiting for him. I had my eyes closed, enjoying even more intensely the sensations awakened by Felipe's hands when I remembered where we were and tried to make him stop again, pulling my lips away.

eyes light up, and with a nod, we intertwine our fingers, ready to embark on this icy dance together. The first glide sends a shiver of excitement through me, and we find our rhythm, our skates creating a duet of soft whispers against the frozen stage. The laughter and chatter of other skaters fade into the background as we lose ourselves in the melody, our bodies swaying in harmony with the music. "Whoo! Are you a ice skater I don't understand how you are doing this so well," I say as he twirls again this time pulling me closer to him.