Romance Beach Reads Novels & Stories

The passion blazed brighter as each caress received an answer. Lucas thrust. As he pushed his masculinity forward, Velia responded in kind. Collisions occurred. There was a slight pain, but Velia relished it. Lucas saw it clearly. It was not just the influence of the vodka he had just sipped. Impossible. It was inconceivable that his eyes could deceive him in witnessing this sight. Velia's face appeared flushed and surrendered. She was captivated and carried away, desiring more as Lucas could clearly feel what was happening. Velia underneath moved in harmony with the thrusts she received.

Chapter 3: Beach Punishment The private beach on the eastern cove was Elena’s favorite escape. Turquoise water lapped gently against powdery white sand, framed by dramatic rock formations and tall palms that swayed in the warm breeze. No guards in sight this morning. Perfect. She’d slipped away right after breakfast while Rafe was on a video call. Dressed in the skimpiest red bikini she owned, the one that barely covered her nipples and disappeared between her cheeks — Elena spread a large towel on the sand and lay back, letting the sun kiss her oiled skin.

He did everything to win her heart. However, she chose death over loving him again. "Argh..." The sound that escaped Francis was raw, primal: a wounded animal's cry. He shoved Nora aside, staggering past the stunned guests, past the roses, and through the blinding sunlight. They reached out to stop him, but he shrugged off every hand, marching on to the manor's secluded beach. The ocean was a steely blue, the tide high, waves crashing against the shore. Francis waded into the water.

I'm not eager to return home and drop this bomb on my brother's lap, anyway. I wish it weren't true. I wish I could unhear everything. Afterward, we decide to go for a swim, and I get a bikini from one of the small local stores. I love the patterns on it. I'm running my fingers over the material when I hear Roman say, "I love seeing you in that, but I hate that everyone else can see you, too." I shake my head at him. "What's this about now?" He rests his hand on my lower back and we head toward a section of the beach with lounge chairs and umbrellas. The sun is scorching—Roman tans easier than I do, so he'll be all golden brown in no time.

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

"I thought we could take a leisurely stroll along the beach. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the feel of the sand between our toes—it'll be a perfect way to unwind and enjoy each other's company." A surge of delight coursed through me, and I couldn't help but feel my heart skip a beat. Roman had always possessed an innate ability to create moments of enchantment, and this was no exception. With a nod of agreement, I rose from the table, eager to embark on our seaside adventure.

“Oh, is that so? You’re getting a little ahead of yourself there, Mr. Reed.” Jonathan leaned in closer, his smile widening. “Hey, a man can dream, right? Just imagine all the mischief they could get into.” She rolled her eyes, but her heart swelled at his words. “Just as long as you help me keep them in line, I’ll consider it.” The evening continued with heartfelt speeches, laughter, and delicious cake, each moment showing the love they had built. As night fell, lanterns cast a warm glow over the beach, creating a magical atmosphere where love blossomed.

She smiled as she got closer to him, his eyes not letting go of her. "You look beautiful Miss Johnson" he muttered and he could notice how her cheeks flushed read his words. "You don't look bad yourself Dennis" she replied and they both smiled. Together, they walked down the streets of California laughing and talking like old time friends. They went into an Ice cream shop, bought ice cream and walked to the park just to feel the touch of nature. "It's been years I had such fun Dennis" Cassandra muttered, her eyes on the road not far away from the Park.

Her eyes widened, and she fell to her knees before him, although it was clear that she was far older than he. "Beta," she began, rather meekly, "I am sorry for losing my temper in your presence. She said some..some disrespectful things and I couldn't...I couldn't take it. " Her voice shook with emotion, like she was about to break down into tears. To my surprise, he ran his fingers through her dreadlocks, soothing her tenderly, and she rubbed against his legs, seeking his comfort. It was almost a sweet scene, like the one between a mother wolf and a pup. It is okay, Desdemona. I will handle the proud princess myself. From now onwards, Princess Miatta is my responsibility.

This place is beautiful and has huge windows that overlook the beach and I can't wait to see the view at night. Liam steps up to me and runs a single fingertip down my cheek and throat sending a shiver down my spine and at the same time an involuntary moan slips from my mouth. My cheeks instantly flame with embarrassment but he doesn't give me time to think about it as he cups my cheek and brings our lips together in a mouthwatering kiss that weakens my knees. "How about we unpack, get changed, and spend some time down on the beach beautiful?" Liam in swimwear yes, please! I eagerly nod causing him to chuckle as we get unpacked quickly and ready for the beach.