Just One Touch Pure Romance Novels & Stories

"Don't say that, I don't want to hear it anymore we are rich, you and me! There is no poor person among us." Without a word, he drew closer, gently placing a hand on my cheek, his touch both comforting and burning. Romain brought his lips to mine for a soft kiss, hesitant at first, but which quickly transformed into a flamboyant declaration of passion. His hands explored my arms, tracing imaginary curves that awakened a deep desire within me.

His lips brushing against my ear Our hearts beat as one I smile as tears of joy escape my eyes "Roman," I whisper. Love in my voice. "I love you too." Roman's lips meet mine. Soft and gentle. Our kiss sends shivers down my spine. Time stands still. The world fades leaving only us lost in our love. Roman's lips devour mine. Passion explodes between us. Our confession ignites an uncontrollable fire within us. We stumble to the ground together. Hands roaming, clothes shed Skin to skin. Our bodies entwined. Roman's touch sends shivers down my spine.

Gods… It was so much bigger and… longer in real life than she had thought and heard of… "Touch it wife... Go on, it won't bite." He whispered, smiling as he coaxed her. Curiosity stirred powerfully inside her and to Romeo's surprise and immense pleasure, she reached out again, this time with less hesitation and more speed compared to her earlier actions. She eased her hand along the hardness shyly and Romeo nearly purred in pleasure. He seemed to revel in her every innocent and curious touch as he nuzzled his head into the nook of her neck.

I choked on a moan, legs trembling. "Say it," he said again, voice rough in my ear. "Say I'm the only one who gets you like this." My pride burned on my tongue, but the pleasure—his touch—was stronger. "You are," I whispered, eyes fluttering shut. "You're the only one." His lips crashed onto mine again, and just as he was about to sink his fingers deeper, the knock came. Loud. Sharp. A pause in time. Roman froze, his forehead pressed against my shoulder, breathing hard. "What the—"

He just watched me, expression unreadable except for a faint heat in those gray eyes. “You’re curious,” he said quietly. Not a question. I couldn’t answer. My throat was too tight. He took one slow step closer, then another, until the heat of his body brushed the air between us. Close enough that I could smell faint whiskey and clean sweat. “One touch,” he said, his voice dropping even lower. “Just once. If that’s what you really want.” My heart pounded so hard I felt it in my fingertips. I stared at his face, then lower again, unable to help it.

She was completely, utterly paralyzed by the raw, physical power of his touch. Roman’s hand lingered at the base of her spine. His broad palm flattened over her lower waist, his long fingers cupping the side of her hip through the crimson velvet, pulling her back just a fraction of an inch—until her bare spine was pressed flush against his broad, solid tuxedo chest.

he answered and reached up to my face. He used two fingers to slowly caress my cheek as he stared deep into my eyes. My breath hitched in my throat and I went completely still. His touch sent more sparks and tingles all through my body and I found myself unable to look away from his eyes or pull away from his touch. His touch awakened my wolf and she began purring in pleasure, relishing in the touch from our mate. "What were you dreaming about, Harvey? What got you so scared?" he murmured in a low, hypnotising voice

With him. She is wearing a night gown and it transparent one can see her purple pant and her long nipple She start rubbing victor back Victor : am already sleeping Jasmine : yeah sorry for waking you up Victor turn to face her and immediately she lock her lies on his Victor really loves her lips on his He held her and turn her. Now victor is on her He kiss her and start kissing her body He lift. The night gown up and start kissing her belly. Working his hand slowly going to her upper region

I scoffed. ”I read romance novels and they say things like that.” “Clearly you read the weird ones. I- Ahh!” I sharply moaned as one of his fingers found a way to tickle my clit. Looking straight into his eyes, I called him out. “Damon Jones…” A kiss rested on my shoulder and he began to string that contact down my skin. “We are talking too much.” I felt his manhood pressed against my back and I bit into my lip as the fact that I wouldn’t be able to touch his shaft settled in my head. “Just move around my fingers, okay?”

Roman groaned, pulling his thumb out so he could kiss me. “Yeah?” he murmured on my lips, one hand surveying my sweaty skin, circling my nipples, which had been too sensitive from his touch. I moaned against his mouth, thrilled that I could finally touch him as well. My hips vaulted from the bed as soon as his fingers touched my clit. I was sensitive, but Roman knew how to make the discomfort go away. Slowly, he traced my slit, up and down, toying with the hard pearl of my clit and back again while his mouth made love to mine. He dipped the tip of his finger in me, retracting it before penetrating, making me whine as my hips chased his digit.