Poppy Sweeting Romance Novels & Stories

Hold his sobs that he had been able to last. Fathan did not want to ask a lot of questions, he immediately won Adel's head then put his chest. Holding the girl's body he at this time he knew was fragile. "Not daddy, just cry. Because, all the sweet ones are not all sweet. Love is unique, there is a sweet rainbow. Then, disappeared like a stifling fog. What am I right, Del? " Adel was silent, unconsciously he felt their arms. Warm, it feels like he has felt this. But, this is very different. As if he had felt the sun that was as warm as this sun.

She whimpered softly, cheeks burning. I started slow, teasing her entrance with one finger before sliding it inside her. She gasped, back arching slightly. “That’s it, baby,” I praised, pumping my finger in and out gently. “You’re taking me so well. Such a tight, perfect little pussy.” “Oh my gosh…” she moaned, eyes fluttering. I added a second finger, curling them upward to hit that sweet spot. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry, breathing coming in soft, shaky gasps.

I couldn't stop myself "Hello sweetheart" She steps back and yells "What the hell?!" When she finally looks up at me, her eyes widen for a split second before a blank stare comes on her face. I couldn't help but smirk at her reaction. Yeah girl I know I'm sexy as fuck I can't help it. "I see you're new here sweetheart" She rolls her eyes and sarcastically says "No shit Sherlock. What gave you that idea?" Wow that sassy attitude and smart mouth just made my pants a little more tighter than it already was, shit I need to get this under control. Before she can fully walk around me I grab her arm and pull her back to me thinking I can sweet talk her a little only I don't take in account her fei

Poppy argued as she stormed out of the room. "Please let this go and forget about finding me a husband," Paris cried to her mom. Mrs. Poppy ignored her. Everlee ran over to Paris and hugged her. Paris this time didn't push her away but returned her hug resting her head on Everlee's shoulder soaking her shoulder with her tears. "He was just too handsome for me," she cried to Everlee. "I'm here with you," Everlee consoled her. "He would never want me," Paris again cried.

*Poppy* The air cracked with intensity that felt like electricity coursing through my veins. Logan caressed my cheeks, the roughness of his fingers grounding me against the chaos we faced. Our lips hovered just inches apart, the tension building, creating the intoxicating pull. My body leaned forward toward his, craving his touch, his essence. The world outside faded, and there was nothing but us. Then, as if the dam had broken, our lips collided—fervent, urgent, a simmering heat exploding into a blaze.

If you are triggered by such content, please proceed with caution or consider skipping this chapter. ~~~ Author's POV: When they reached the second floor, Poppy tried once more to pull away. This time, she shoved Penelope hard enough to knock her off balance. “Let go of me!” she cried, her voice raw with panic. Penelope stumbled but caught herself—and came back with a slap that echoed down the long hallway like a whip crack. Poppy’s cheek burned, her skin stinging where fingers had landed. She tasted blood on her tongue. Her hands flew to her face, but she wasn’t surprised. She should’ve never come to the party. She wasn’t invited, wasn’t wanted.

He murmurs, his voice dropping by some octaves as he tilts his head down to my neck but I sidestep him. “The last time that you came into my cafe to buy pastries,I ended up pressed against the counter and you left after giving me a hickey that hasn’t healed because you keep giving me hickeys on the same spot. Cam has proceeded to start calling you my vampire lover.” I say and he chuckles. “Do you think I’m that?” he asks and I scoff, “A vampire? Nope.” I reply unwrapping the sandwiches that I had packed and biting into it.

He pushed into me without warning, stretching and completing me. We always made love on the floor, knowing that our passion could easily break a bed. During our passionate encounter, every touch, every kiss, and every thrust brought us closer together, igniting a fire within us that consumed all other thoughts and worries. As our bodies moved in perfect harmony, the intensity of our connection grew, and I could feel the love and desire flowing between us. The room was filled with the sounds of our breathless moans and the rhythm of our bodies colliding. Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in the depths of our passion, indulging in the pleasure that only we could share.

His eyes softened, his grip on the steering wheel loosened, and his lips which were usually tightly pressed formed a curve, revealing a smile. "In this case, I'm satisfied with your words.." This chapter depicts a playful and romantic interaction between Primrose and Joel at a restaurant, followed by a humorous encounter with an unwanted admirer. Their chemistry and affection for each other shine through, offering a glimpse into their deep bond.

"Slow down. No, it's for our anniversary. I was planning to film a documentary with you." Only then did Richard relax and slow down. Then, he carried me out of the bathroom. He gently laid me on the bed and leaned down to kiss me again. Just when I thought he would be gentle, he intensified his movements once more. Richard had never been this forceful before. Listening to him breathe above me, I finally felt satisfied. What I did not expect was that he refused to stop all night long. Eventually, I was crying while he tried to soothe me. "Valeria, I really can't let you go. I'm so addicted to your body. You're the only cure for my touch deprivation."