Open Door Romance Novels Novels & Stories

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode eleven 🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. I jerked awake and noticed it was Dawn already but something seems off. It’s as if something was gonna go wrong. I stared at Damien sleeping peacefully beside as his chest rose and fell,I just hope my hunch isn’t right. I know what awaits me,I know what is going to happen but I must overcome. The door bursted open revealing Lord Bennett, lady Katherine,Lord Alistair and four guards as they marched in,with furious looks.

Or a library on steroids. When she reached the romance section, she had to restrain a squeal of delight when she found an array of old-school romances from the seventies and eighties in their bodice-ripping glory: in rainbow hues, the covers depicted men with bulging arms, their shirts open to the wind as women swooned in their arms. Some of the women stood in the strangest poses; Lucy had to cover her mouth to keep from giggling like an idiot.

Emma’s POV Sitting with Delmor made me realize how much I was starting to like him, I’m not sure about love yet but there was definitely sexual chemistry going on. He practically dragged me to his room. Well, I guess its hour room now. I don’t know what he thinks is going to happen once inside. I know he knows I’m turned on. But I don’t just jump into bed right away, but I can see where this might go in the meantime. I know I have a silly grin on my face before we enter his room. Once at his room he practically slams the door and then locks it. I end up pushed up against the door and accidently let out a moan. Oh, my goodness I have always wanted a beautiful man to man handle me and use his

Olivia whispered, stroking Jacob's chest with her fingers. data-p-id=0904d2678504fdf1e1b918760e089ab6,"You know what I want," he growled, grabbing her hand and planting a rough kiss on it. data-p-id=8e53a48749fa1a1d49acf47ae9de3a70,"Yes," Olivia sighed happily and allowed her husband to drag off her gown. data-p-id=3b226583ea529921373a624dd27fd35d,It was a while after Jacob and Olivia lay spent in each other's arms when the doorknob of the library door began to rattle.

She must have exhausted herself with all that training. I moved quietly into the room, intending to just take the book so it didn’t fall and wake her. My hand closed around the spine, lifting it carefully. The cover made me pause. A shirtless man with a woman pressed against a wall, his hand tangled in her hair. The title was something generic…“Forbidden Desire” or some shit like that. It was an explicit romance novel. I almost smiled. My little sister, reading dirty books. It was kind of adorable, actually.

The door swings open. His eyes rake over me, towel clutched to my chest, hair a tangled mess, lips still swollen from Dame’s kisses, and something feral flickers in his gaze. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t ask. His hand shoots out, gripping the back of my neck, and then his mouth is on mine, hot and demanding.

A dark, erotic, romance novel. The goal was to stop thinking about Alexander, but only ten minutes into the book and I'm already imagining his hands all over me. I'm already imagining him bending me over the fucking window of my room and filling me up ruthlessly until all I can remember is the sound of his name on my lips.

“Now.” Her hands balled into fists at her sides, and she opened her mouth like she was about to argue, but at the last minute, she only scowled at me and stormed toward the car. Running a hand through my hair, I strode past her, reaching for the handle before she could. Meadow’s fingers grazed my knuckles and a shiver shot down my spine. “I’ve got it,” she bit out without looking at me. “I think I can open my own damn door.”

She didn’t like the way her thoughts were going, but they wouldn’t stop. Let’s face it, it’s got all the classic ingredients of a holiday fling. Exotic setting, two adults who fancy each other, and opportunity. And what happens to holiday romances once you get on the plane ? The knock at the door sounded like bombs dropping. ‘Who is it?’ ‘Guy.’ She walked on eggshells to the door. He was all fresh, showered and smelling of shaving things. He wore a white polo shirt that made him look like an advertisement for suntan lotion.

As we near the hired ride, Callum asks, “May I open your door for you, miss?” “You may, Callum,” I say, just as the driver looks like he’s going to get out of the car and do it for me. Sensing the same thing Ido, Callum wastes no time. He releases my hand, jogs over to the passenger side door and opens it. As if he took tips from the doorman, he bows. In a flourish, he holds out a hand and grabs my fingers. “May I see you to your seat, Miss Nora?” he asks, his mouth twisting into a lightly mischievous grin. A beautiful contrast to his noble-looking eyes