Mexican Romance Novels & Stories

I reveled in the warmth of his mouth as I shoved my tongue inside, his tongue sliding wetly against mine. He gave as good as he got. Xavier was really good with his mouth after all. Yet, for some reason, tonight felt different. And it was pissing me off. I wrenched my mouth away from his with a scowl. “What’s wrong?” Xavier panted, his eyebrows furrowed. His lips were a little swollen, his eyes dark with desire. His hair stuck up in some areas, where it was mussed up by my hands. He was a beautiful mess.

he promised as Adia forced out a smile. " I love you.." she confessed, crashing her lips on his as she kissed him, savoring his delicious lips. " Adia, people are watching" he said to her pulling away. "I don't care.." she stated capturing his lips again. "Neither do I, but we need to get you out of the rain, not to forget you are covered with mud, same with me, so we have to go inside" he said to her picking her up from the floor as Mickelson rushed to them holding a umbrella as he spoke as he covered them both with the umbrella.

Miguel Romero was a young lawyer living in the Mexican capital. He attended an American college, but after finishing school and apprenticeships, he returned to his native country. Miguel was a fairly tall and slender man with broad shoulders, a dark complexion, black eyes and slightly curly hair of the same color. The features of his face were very masculine and looked like carved out of stone, and he had a little bit of facial hair.

MICHEAL'S POV After dropping Cecilia off, I made my way to the company, my mind still replaying the almost-kiss in the elevator. The warm glow from our time together lingered, making me feel lighter, and more hopeful. Just as I turned onto the main road, my phone buzzed in the cup holder. I glanced down to see a text from an unknown number: “Meet me at The Olive Tree restaurant. I have important information.” Curiosity piqued, I decided to go. The Olive Tree was a quaint little place with a cozy ambiance, and I hoped whatever this was about wouldn’t take long. As I stepped inside, the familiar scents of herbs and garlic enveloped me, instantly making me feel at ease.

This was as good an apology as she would ever get it… She knew it was his way of telling her that he knew she deserved a better setting for her first time, but that she couldn’t expect him to be a romantic partner. “As memorable as it could be,” she nodded at him, a lazy blissful smile stretching her lips. She had half a mind to tell him it had been everything she had hoped for and more, but she couldn’t. This was Roman freaking Bianchi. He was a mafia boss, and he didn’t do romance as far as she knew. Before long, they left the dimly lit bar, with Rose limping a little bit, her soreness both tingling with pleasure and slightly painful at the same time.

the father said to kiro " yes father" kiro said "You, Joy Guzman, are you accepting Kiro Smith as your wife in hardship and ease?" said the priest to me "Yes father" I said "you may say your vows" "I remember when we first met at church you sniffed me like a dog, I told myself I might stink so you sniffed me hahaha, I teased you before and teased you so you could notice me because you captured my attention that time and then you're pissed because of me because I'm so annoying , when you allowed me to come with you when we watched starry night I know I love you already , but I don't know if you love me, it's good that even though I'm like this you still love me so I'm thankful, remember man

Sarah. It's been three days since Felix returned and it has been hell to me as Rosalina was around. I know it's I'm not supposed to be jealous or sad about it, but my emotions have gotten the very best of me, you know. It's seems as though their wedding was tomorrow, or the next. I just want to go home, I don't want to be here anymore. I know I promised Felix that I won't escape ever again, and that's the main reason why I didn't accept Luciano's proposal. Leaving the country to stay in Mexico, where I don't know anyone or anywhere. I don't even know him enough, what he does for a living, if he's also in the mafia like Ramirez and Felix. Don't really know if he's pretending to be good in fro

She wants to have as many children as possible. “They’re so cute, aren’t they?” Caterina looked left and right; there was only one adult man there. She stared in confusion. “Did you just talk to me?” Caterina asked to make sure. The man turned and smiled widely. “I don’t think you’re Australian. Your accent and facial features are a bit different.” “Ah, yes. I just came from Mexico.” “Mexico? Wow, no wonder you look so sexy. I like Latina women. Can you speak Spanish?”

When the call ended, I set my phone down and stared at the library walls, feeling lighter than I had in months. ** The photos went live on a Tuesday. Mira sent me the link before I even woke up. HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?? she wrote, followed by seventeen exclamation marks and a string of emojis I did not bother decoding. I opened the link still half asleep, squinting at my phone in the gray morning light. Aldric was already gone, his side of the bed cool. The headline stopped my breath. FENMORE'S REAL ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE CEO AND OMEGA HUSBAND SEAL LOVE IN MONACO.

Michael muttered, fumbling to swipe away, but his face held no embarrassment. "Who's that?" she pressed, scooting closer, her thigh now pressing against his. "Nobody. Nobody important.” "Oh, come on. Tell me. What was her name? She is hot." He sighed, setting the phone down but not moving away. "I don't exactly remember her name, maybe Elina? Met her in Mexico. We hooked up for a few days, that's it.” "Okay," she murmured. "What about you?" Michael turned, his gaze roaming her face, then lower to the swell of her breasts. "Any juicy stories to share?"