Romance Bed Novels & Stories

I take slow steps backwards tell I feel the bed hit the back on my thighs then sit down pushing myself up the bed tell I'm laying down. "Open your legs" gone is the sweetness of Dimitris voice now replaced with lust and dominance. Again I do what I'm told taking a deep breath I spread my legs instantly feeling the cool air of the room hit my heated wet sex. "Fuck gorgeous your fucking wet. I can't wait to taste thet sweet pussy of yours"- Romen rasps as he's taking off his shirt. "Would you like that gorgeous would you like me to taste you're sweet pussy" Roman asked in a low husky voice as he comes to stand next to the bed.

He moved in and out of her slowly as he kissed and licked and squeezed. "Take me to the bed", Tiana demanded and he obeyed. When her back was on the soft surface she sighed. The table wasn't a good place to be doing this and she was thankful for the bed. Raphael didn't miss a beat and continued to do what his inner animal so desired. His mate was so delusional at this point and he chuckled lightly when she whispered "I love you bed" when he laid her down. ~

Chris closed the door. Paige checked out the room blushingly. It was her first time in a love hotel room. Nothing was special about it, except that the room had a pink theme going on. The bed, canopy, and light were pink. The purple and pink colors added a romantic and suggestive vibe to the room. Her heart raced when she saw the pink circular bed. It was as if her heart was beating out of her chest. Chris came up from behind Paige, wrapping his hands around her waist.

The room was strewn with the new clothes they shopped for yesterday, and when Roman looked at her bed he realized she hadn't slept there for the past two nights in a row. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him before she could reach the bed. Then he instantly pulled her into another kiss, even deeper and more intense than the one they shared on the deck. Now, in the privacy of his baby girl's bedroom, the world was completely their own.

My back arched, pressing closer, needing more. "Bedroom," he said against my skin. "Now." He carried me the rest of the way, not breaking contact. The bed was massive, dark sheets that smelled like him, cedar and smoke and something uniquely Alpha. He laid me down with surprising gentleness given the desperation driving us both. For a moment, he just looked at me, hair spread across his pillows, lips swollen from his kisses, chest rising and falling rapidly. "You're beautiful," he said quietly. "Don't." I reached for him. "Don't make this romantic. This isn't romance. This is…"

She looked around and saw that it was decorated even more beautifully than the last time. Their bedroom, the heart of their new life, was adorned with an ethereal beauty that mirrored their profound connection. The bed was draped with soft, silky sheets in hues of ivory and gold, symbolizing purity and prosperity. Scattered rose petals added a touch of romance, their fragrance mingling with the warm, inviting scent of jasmine incense.

Cayson stood silently at the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on Rome’s sleeping form. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast soft shadows across the room, highlighting the curve of her face and the gentle rise and fall of her breath. She lay curled on her side, clutching his pillow as if it was a lifeline in the quiet darkness. The blanket, patterned with tiny red and pink hearts that matched the crisp, white bed sheet beneath her, was pulled up only to her waist.

A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night. A shrill voice announced, "The time has come. Let the bride enter!" A black carriage, lavishly decorated yet unsettling, rolled in slowly. The door opened, and a bride in a blood-stained wedding dress stepped out gracefully. "Where's my groom?" George hurried over, waving for the puppets to drag me away. He pointed at the players seated at a long table. "My lady, please take a look. Which one do you favor?" The bride lifted her veil. Blood slid down her face like melting wax. Her crimson eyes swept across the crowd. "I'm not satisfied with any of them. Not a single one looks pleasing."

The room was beautifully appointed, with a plush bed adorned in crisp linens, soft lighting casting a gentle glow, and a panoramic view of the city stretching out beyond the window. Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the room, with Mandy following closely behind. The air was charged with a sense of possibility and connection. This room would become a canvas for our shared experiences, a sanctuary where we could escape from the world and simply be present with each other. As I entered the room, a timid shyness washed over me, causing me to gaze around in awe. The scene before me was breathtakingly beautiful, as if it had been carefully crafted to capture the essence of romance. The lush bed

He needs the contact of his hot body with Romeo's pleasantly cold one. Julius nods as if this were an answer to his wolf and stretches his arm again, this time to wake him up. The bed moves again, but this time, it isn't Romeo, and that startles Romeo. Someone turns around and lies on his back. His bare chest was clear proof that Rumeo was not alone in bed. “What the fuck?” – his wolf says.