Novel & Cerita Mm Romance

His touch ignited a fire within her, a flame that flickered and grew with every kiss, every caress. As they moved together, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony, the air was filled with the sweet scent of Jasmine's arousal and the musky tang of Ramon's desire. The sound of their ragged breathing, the soft gasps and moans, created a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the night.

’ [Take the scenic route back to the villa, I need to talk to my woman. The other man frowned when he slid the connecting window shut leaving them in private and him wondering what his friend was up to as far as he could see Juliette had fallen asleep. Romero eased Juliette onto the soft leather seat leaving him free to do whatever he wanted and those beautiful dusky pink nipples called to him. He knew she was not badly hurt and he would avoid her bruises so as not to cause her any pain giving her intense pleasure though was another matter. He ran his hands up her sides sliding them under her breasts so he could cup them and rub his thumbs over her nipples. He grinned hungrily as they pucker

'Body count simply means the number of people you have had sex with,' Emma satisfied my curiosity. 'You mean Roman slept around a lot?' I asked as jealousy squeezed my heart. 'He didn't sleep around much like that. He might have dated one or two girls but he is not that bad. 'What about Roy?' I asked. 'Roy would not even look at a woman twice. He is so strict and principled. But in my own book, I call it too much of seriousness about life. 'It means that Roman is experienced and Roy isn't?' I asked. 'Something like that. That reminds me. Do you know that Roman has to mark you before the Luna's rite?' Emma asked.

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.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

maybe I’d underestimated it. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky inky black, but I hardly noticed. Alessandro was somewhere nearby, probably keeping himself busy, but I was too wrapped up in the pages of this romance novel to care. This one was about some girl—Callie, who’d gotten herself mixed up with this guy, Damian, all brooding and mysterious, the type with a past that could crush him if he let it. But he was in love with her, of course. Only he didn’t say it. Not outright. No, Damian was the kind of guy who spoke in actions, not words.

Her voice came out softer than intended. Lorenzo's hand slowly slid around her waist possessively. A faint smile touched his lips. “You missed me that much?” Isabella pulled back slightly, cheeks warming. “I was bored.” Lorenzo chuckled quietly. The sound sent warmth through her chest instantly. “You’re a terrible liar.” Before Isabella could respond, Roman tilted her chin upward gently. Then kissed her. Deeply. Slowly. Like he had thought about nothing else during the entire drive back. Isabella melted into him immediately.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

he murmured, smiling. And just like that, for the first time that night, Rhian let out a quiet laugh—a soft, broken sound that somehow began to mend something inside her. Maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as alone as she thought. Rhian leaned in closer, her perfume—a sweet mix of jasmine and vanilla—drifting up between them. Damon noticed. It was intoxicating, just like her. She tilted her head, her rosy cheeks still cradled by her palms, and gazed up at him through fluttering lashes. “You know…” she began, her voice soft and slurred, “if you’re gonna sit here… you might as well marry me.”

I smiled at him and put my chin on his chest, while our gazes intertwined. “Do you like what you see?” He asks me with that rabbit smile. “I love it.” I take the cigarette from his mouth and press it against my lips, suck on it, and then let the smoke escape from my mouth. He looked at me with a smile on his lips, he couldn't express how sexy this was, smoking the same cigarette, sharing DNA, and even sharing a bed. “So you smoke?” He asks me as he slowly runs his right hand over my ass, squeezing it tightly, while I just gasp.