Intense Romance Books Novels & Stories

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.

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

Will he ever regret for what he did to Luna. What will happen between Melissa and Gabriel? Will she forgive him or move on. Indeed there are many questions. But your lovely author is ready to answer them. Oh no. Not with words but with my new story. Like I already once told you guys I have other plans for Hunter and that was my plan. A New Dark Romance Story of Hunter Knight. Monstrous Love. Monstrous Love is not a sequel of Billionaire's Madness but it's only a story of Hunter knight's life.

We stayed in that position looking at each other with such intensity and for that moment it felt beautiful, it felt special, it felt unique, like some connections we had between each other and it was just enough to make me fall over for him. We state at each other for a little while, when he lifted my right leg without breaking contact, as he kissed my legs once more still staring at me, as he took a deep breath and slowly slide himself into me and it took everything I had in me not to scream out loud due to his length. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I stare at us, at him having himself buried deep inside of me and it was the hottest sight that was displayed in front of my eyes t

He furthered holding her wrist, “Let go of me mad man! Who are you!” She yelled, struggling to get out of his grip. “Your past, present, and future!” He posed, pulling her close to himself. “Argh! Someone help!” She screamed, hitting him on the shoulder with her left hand which was freed, but he grabbed it as well and tilted his head closer to her that they exchanged breath. “Please listen, you make my heart skip for you, and I risked it all to find you! Just marry me!” He rapped winkling at her, and she bite him hard, which made him let go of his grip. She almost fell down trying to gain stamina.

Every now and then, their lips part and I get a glimpse of his powerful tongue forcing its way into her mouth. Mixed emotions flood my body as I watch them making out. Shame. Anger. Humiliation. Embarrassment. And, surprisingly, arousal. The sight of Ellie’s perfect body is wonderful, even with the dark hands of her lover groping and squeezing. Now one of his hands slides around Ellie’s hips – hips that should be mine, dammit, I waited! – to her front. I watch her lift up onto her toes, thighs opening a little wider, granting him access to her sweetest, most intimate parts. My throat is dry. My hands are balled into fists, my knuckles turning white, nails digging into my palms.

I closed my eyes and brushed my lips against hers. Love is all about becoming silly. In order to have it, you need to come out of your comfort zone and embrace it with all your heart. There would be many love stories displaying different types of love. Some remain incomplete. Some are painful. Some are filled with happiness, while others are built by destiny. But in the end, it is all about finding the intense love in each other and holding onto it.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

Like he wanted to taste every reaction from me. His hand slid slowly down my back, pulling me closer against his chest. The heat from his body surrounded me instantly. God. I could kiss this man forever. The storm outside became louder, but inside the room, everything else faded away. There was only Sebastian. Only his lips. His hands. His deep rough breathing every time I touched him back. The kiss became more intense slowly. Not rushed. Not careless. Just unbearably intimate. My fingers slipped into his hair while his hands explored my waist carefully, almost like he was trying to memorize my body.

“Fuck. You are going to fucking kill me. Fuck. Come here.” Anthony dove down and captured my lips in a hot kiss, rendering my body weak and jelly-like on the bed. I cupped his face and kissed him back with the same passion, pouring every love I had for him into the kiss. As we kissed, he hooked my leg around his hip and grinded into me, making me moan into his mouth. “I want to hear you moan my name,” he said and kissed me again.