Romance Bed Novels & Stories

He sits up, lifting me off the bed. “Hell no—you’re not spending my money on some young asshole. I’m outliving you now—get rid of that idea.” I laugh as he carries me to the bathroom. “Fifty-five,” I say, stroking his face with a smile. “I hope so.” He kisses me deeply, endlessly, before setting me in a tub filled with water, lit candles, and red roses. “You’ve been busy—but it’s only ten a.m.” “Never too early for romance.”

Roman's eyes sparkled with hope and promise, a testament to his unwavering commitment to both me and our pack. After a while, we stepped out of the bath, wrapped in plush towels. Roman led me to the bedroom, where a fire crackled in the hearth, casting a soft, warm glow across the room. The bed beckoned to us, a haven of comfort and love. We lay together, our bodies entwined, our hearts connected. Roman pressed a tender kiss to my lips, his love for me evident in every touch, every caress. Our love was unbreakable, stronger than any challenge that came our way.

He looks less than impressed, as if we had just walked into Motel 6. The bed is the centerpiece of the room, a king-size four-poster with a thick, plush mattress and silky sheets. I can't help but think that this is something straight out of a romance novel. I look at the rose petals scattered all over the room and a giant jacuzzi tub that looks inviting. I gulp. Is he going to expect me to get in it later? I slowly walk over to the bed and sit down, my heart thumping in my chest. I hear Vincent walking over to me, and I want to get up and hurl my body out the window. I can't bear the thought of giving this man my virginity tonight.

NICOLE By the time we make it to the private room, I'm soaked. I barely pay attention to the room apart from the round bed covered in silk black sheets right in the center of the room. On the wall across from the bed is a shelf with all sorts of toys. The nightstand has a bowl filled with condoms. Roman's lips are on my neck as soon as we enter the room. He starts to tug at my dress in a way that suggests he wants to tear it right off my body. I stop him and put some distance between us.

With a satisfied smile, I returned to the room to finish the little tour. There was also a small but comfortable kitchen stocked with the necessary, and following a short corridor I came across the room. In the center of it was a king bed with a canopy and mosquito net with white sheets, a light-colored hammock, wicker furniture that I doubted my whole being could be hold, and another coffee table, everything gave a romantic and cozy atmosphere, but I couldn’t do anything because of the curiosity that seized me when I saw the bed, so approaching it, I supported my hand and pushed, feeling how it moved in gentle undulations.

He slowly puts me on the top of the bed and puts a cushion on my head, I feel like a princess, touched by a prince charming. He passes his lips over my mouth, licking me hard while his hands open my legs again and he slowly enters me. I blindly squirm and he tries to keep me calm in place, while he thrusts into me hard, making the bed move and squeak, even though it is hard and somewhat thin. The pleasure runs through my hips until I reach the point of screaming and scratching his back. He kissed me one last time, and then walked away from me a little, while he held me in his arms and kissed my hair.

They might not have been able to spend the entire night outside, but there was no reason for them to end their date. She grinned from ear to ear as she walked out of the bathroom and found her naked, handsome mate waiting on the bed. He had lit a couple of candles and the fairy lights hung down from the four-poster bed. She never imagined him to be so romantic! This was just perfect and exactly the thing she needed to give her a bit of a morale boost. They spent the night in each other’s arms, just talking and making love. Gabriella fell asleep in Lucienne’s arms. No two people had ever loved each other more than these two.

I was still finding it quite hard to wrap my head around. He seemed dazed like he couldn’t find the words to say. Then his lips thinned and his frown deepened. “This is our bedroom,” he said with an obvious look. His discontent was obvious. “Not anymore,” I interjected with a nervous chuckle. “Excuse me?” Roman said darkly, his eyes narrowed into slits. “You’re excused,” I grinned, “Thanks for understanding, I can’t sleep on a bed with a man I do not know, so…” I trailed off when I noticed the anger that seemed to be brewing in his blue depths.

I had seen Joshua smirk all the time and flash a mocking grin, but never a warm smile. But he was giving me one now, and it was making my stomach drop. “Separate beds, then.” I smiled back at him. “Do you know how they always have one bed in romantic movies?” He said, and he looked so serious, but I knew he was joking. I giggled loudly this time and pried his hands off my face because I felt my face turning red. “I didn’t know you watched romantic movies. Well, fair enough. You sleep on the sofa, and I’ll take the bed. Say yes, and we have a five-day deal.”

He grins. "In bed with you, babe," I go red, and his sexy chuckle makes me look away. Roman is a dangerous man, and I swear I'm gonna end up pregnant real fast after I heal. He covers me up, and I sigh.