Precious Heart Romance Books Novels & Stories

Beautiful. Every touch from him made her feel cherished instead of lacking. Desired instead of tolerated. When Edwin finally held her tightly afterward beneath the moonlight, Arabella rested against his chest listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Her entire body still trembled softly. Edwin brushed damp curls carefully from her face. “You deserve to be loved gently,” he murmured. Arabella looked up at him with tears shining faintly in her eyes. Because no one had ever treated her gently before. And somewhere deep inside her heart…

His eyes darkened dangerously as he demanded, "Tell me. Where is she?" The HR manager trembled so badly her voice shook. "Didn't you transfer Millie to headquarters as a director? The day she signed the resignation papers, I thought…" Derrick frowned sharply. "Who gave her permission to leave?" The HR manager froze in panic and said, "Millie said you approved it, so I stamped the papers. It was last week…" News of Derrick and Jessica's engagement had already spread throughout the club, but it had not changed how people treated me. In their eyes, it was normal for wealthy men to have several lovers.

He kissed my inner thighs, my stomach, and every mark he’d left on my skin, whispering praises the whole time. “You were so perfect for me,” he murmured, kissing my collarbone. “My beautiful girl. You did so well.” I blushed deeply but let him take care of me. He helped me into one of his oversized t-shirts, then pulled me back into his arms under the covers. We lay tangled together, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back as I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “You okay?” he asked softly, kissing the top of my head.

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“I don’t want to pretend nothing’s changed. Do you?” She hesitated, her heart warring with her mind. “No,” she whispered. “I don’t.” Damien’s expression softened, and for a moment, she thought he might kiss her. But then the sound of footsteps in the hallway broke the moment, and they both stepped back, the air between them charged with unspoken promises. The Day Ends

She went rigid, her inner muscles clenching around me like a vice, and then she was coming, crying out my name-, her body shaking with the force of it,. I collapsed against her, careful not to crush her, our hearts hammering in sync. I pressed my forehead to hers, our noses touching-, our breath mingling,. Outside, the city hummed on, indifferent to our reconciliation,. But inside, in the warm light of our living room, with her arms around me and her heartbeat against my chest-, I finally felt like I could breathe again,.

"My darling works just fine. Her phone chimed again. A message from Damien: You have until morning. She studied the glowing screen. Finally, she typed back: Where should I sign? That evening found her in a luxurious penthouse suite nestled within one of the city's exclusive shopping enclaves. A French stylist named Margot was measuring her, as if the mention of Damien's name was just another whisper on the wind. "In high society, appearances are everything," Margot remarked, raising a beaded black evening gown. "People need to see you and think, 'She's untouchable now.""

Her most sensitive secret areas were longing to be touched. “You are so lovely Kerrien. So very lovely.’ He caressed her with his eyes, then with his hands. She closed her eyes, telling herself chat it was Ashton lying close beside her, Ashton’s hands exciting her body to new heights. She stiffened. She opened her eyes again. It wasn’t Ashton at all, it was Brett. The same Brett whom she had heard boasting that he could get any woran he wanted. She refused to give her most precious gift to someone who only wanted an affair. He was not the marrying type and when she finally gave herself completely to anyone, it would be to a man she truly, totally loved.

I let out a sigh and let my body fall onto the floor, my back was touching the shelf on the wall filled with different books. "How am I supposed to find the book?" I did not know if I was expecting the book to answer my question considering I was alone in the library, I managed to sneak inside once I ensured no one was around. The library had hundreds of books except for the book with red velvet cover. After I returned from the forest I was eager to find the book, Bernadette was not talking to me either. The list of people who were avoiding me kept increasing daily, first it was Alpha Orion and then Bernadette.

"If the hearth fails its duty, don't hesitate to call on a certain fire Prince." "I won't," I shake my head with a smile, turning to leave. As I walked away, I could feel his eyes on me, and the warmth of his presence lingered long after I had left the library. ••• "Arwyn, oh, I tell you, he was dreamy," Ahvi whispered excitedly, her grip tightening on my arm as we strolled down the grand hallways of the Castle. She regaled me with tales of her enchanting night spent with a charming lord from Illyndor named Ezlyn Cromwell, who, by her account, owned ten sprawling mansions and a cavalcade of prized horses.