Post Apocalyptic Romance Books For Adults の小説・ストーリー

I know my clitoris will be swollen by tomorrow. I feel someone pulling me up and some minutes later, I'm enveloped my something warm. Is this aftercare? I've never experienced it before. But I'm too tired to swat him up, to tell him that I can take care of myself. Maybe it's because I simply can't shoulder the… romance of this? Only real lovers gives aftercare. Damien and I are not one. He lathers my body with a scented shampoo and cleans my core with a wet towel. Even though I'm tired and I feel like I might die if I have another orgasm, I still moan when his fingers and the towel brushes over my core.

Scarlett The itch inside of me wasn't going away, in fact it increased, blinding me from noticing the onlookers. With my arms on around Jaxon's neck and his under my ass, we stumbled into the cabin, the moon and the bond pulling us together in every sense. He lowered me swiftly on the bed that was specifically prepared for our mating. He pulled me to the edge of the raised bed in a blur and stood on the floor, his riveting features illuminated by the moon. A cold breeze passed through the open window but it did nothing to put out the heat that my body was submerged in. In fact, it only carried with it the arousals of the rest of the people outside.

Her breathing was ragged, and her body shook with the aftershocks of her nightmare. Dante's gaze lingered on her, his expression softening. He had seen his share of trauma and pain, and he knew that the wounds of the past could linger long after the physical scars had healed. He hesitated, unsure if she would welcome his touch and the comfort he was offering but chose to act despite it. Without making a sound, Dante stood up and approached Madeleine. He sat down beside her, his movements cautious, and wrapped a gentle arm around her shoulders. Madeleine flinched at first, still caught in her nightmare, but as she realized it was Dante, she relaxed slightly, allowing him to pull her close. Sh

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That was the ringtone for my alarm. I hurriedly grabbed my phone with shaky hands as I glanced at the date and I audibly gasped in shock. The date was staring right at me, unblinking and I had to rub my eyes to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. It was indeed June 19th, 2665. The apocalypse happened July 19th. One month from today. I refused to believe that this was real. There was no way that I woke up one month before the city of Sloradath was reduced to ruins. But I knew everything that happened was too real to be a dream.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode five🌹🌹 .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. I pulled her into my arms the minute we got to a secluded place. I can’t seem to get enough of her but there’s another thing that’s been bothering me. Once we mate,there’s a possibility that she might become pregnant, she’s human after all. I led her into the cave which was beautifully adorned with several flowers and ornaments.

"Our home... everything we built... It's destroyed because of me." No," Dominic said fiercely, leaning down so his forehead rested against hers, his breath warm against her skin. The deep, intoxicating romance that had blossomed between the healer and her patient in the quiet dark of the apocalypse was now an unyielding bond of steel. "This bakery was just a building. You are my sanctuary, Rhea. As long as you are breathing, my home is safe. I am taking you to the Citadel, and I am going to tear down their walls to get the medicine you need.

David groaned softly, his hands sliding up my waist, caressing my skin as if he couldn’t get enough of me. I kept the movements tender and intimate, rolling my hips in waves, letting him feel every soft bounce and grind. “I love you,” I murmured, reaching back to touch his face. He kissed my neck, his hands cupping my breasts, and his thumbs brushing my nipples. The moment felt sweet and deeply erotic, just us, connected, with our bodies moving together in perfect sync. For a few beautiful minutes, the outside world disappeared. It was romantic, playful, and full of love.