Romance Bed Novels & Stories

He stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at me with hungry eyes. “Look at you,” he said, voice thick with lust. “All tied up for your husband on our wedding night.” “I hate you,” I spat. “Good. Hate makes it sweeter.” He knelt on the bed between my legs and pushed the dress higher until it bunched around my waist. His fingers hooked into my white lace panties and ripped them down my legs in one sharp tug. Cool air hit my exposed pussy. I was already wet and slick. I hated how obvious it was.

In the queen’s chamber, the air was thick with warmth and the faint scent of roses and sandalwood that lingered from the night before. On the grand silk bed, two figures slept entwined—King Zerach and Queen Freda. Their bodies were wrapped around each other, their breaths falling in perfect rhythm. The bedsheets were tangled, marked by the wildness of their love. On their skin, faint red trails glowed under the morning light—marks of passion, the silent evidence of a night that had been anything but gentle. It was not just love; it was a battle of desire—the kind of connection that burned through soul and skin alike.

"If you can’t, then I can." He shoved her back toward the bed. Rissa fell onto the plush mattress , a pool of heat already gathering between her thighs as she looked up at him. Without a word, Ronan reached down and pushed her night robe aside, baring her legs until he was staring at the delicate lace of her panties.

“Of course. Right. Yeah, no problem. Makes sense. You and I, sure. Let’s do it!” I clapped my hands together, my voice just a little too chipper. Inside, I was screaming. Roman, however, didn’t seem fazed. He simply stood, pulled back the covers, and climbed into bed like this was the most normal thing in the world. I followed, my steps hesitant as I slid onto my side of the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight, and I could feel the heat radiating off him even though we weren’t touching. The room fell into darkness as he turned off the lamp, the faint glow of moonlight streaming through the curtains.

"touche." He got on top of me and said, "As much as I would love to have you right here and right now, I want our first time together, in a romantic place. My bedroom is far from it." He said while caressing my body. "Such a tease." "You'll get to try Stefan Jr, one day, just not today." He pulled me into a kiss and then rolled to his side. I snuggled to him and fell asleep immediately. Can I just say, best date ever.

He closed his eyes and sighed, then slowly opened the door. Beautiful and dim lights illuminated the spacious bridal chamber. A vast bed with a custom size was in the middle of the room. On top of the bed cover, laid red rose petals that formed a heart. In the center of the heart was an inscription shaped with white flower petals that read 'We love you, Ann.' Ann sighed so passionately that her raised shoulders dropped with her breath. "Oh, this is so sweet," said Ann, so touched. At the bedside, Jace and Jax were waiting in a light kimono made of metallic black silk. They were wearing nothing else under the thin kimono. Ann could see their muscular thighs from the exposed kimono.

I tried to find the words, my eyes darting around the room before landing back on his intense face. "I want you to make love to me," I said, the words coming out in a rush. "Not... not like a game. Not on a table, or against a fountain, or in the hedges where the branches scratch my back. I want it here. On our bed. Nice and soft. Can you do that for me?" Rino tilted his head, his eyes narrowing. He took a slow step toward the bed, the heavy thud of his boots making the floorboards hum.

Watching couples getting to their heat like a wild animal. I don’t know how he got me to his bed, but I was surprised that his bed wasn’t hard. It’s airbed and sure not hot to feel if you ever want to take a nap. I hope Lorenzo and I just brought like this bed. Because I was not able to prepare so my other equipment was also lacking. If I had the right time to prepare, I might as well have thought of bringing something like this.

Alex inquired, a playful glint in his eyes. I smiled, my curiosity piqued by the mystery of this grand abode. “Where is your bedroom?” I asked, eager to explore this personal space of his. “Good question,” Alex replied, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness. He wrapped his arms around me in a warm embrace, leading me towards the bedroom. As the door to the bedroom opened, our clothes were already on the floor, scattered. The bedroom was a testament to luxury, with a large, plush bed that promised comfort. We made love for a good 2 hours, lost in each other's presence, exploring the depths of our relationship in the most intimate way.

Dante immediately swept me off my feet and carried me in his hands bridal style carrying me out of the elevator. When we entered the room, I gasped the room was amazing, like even the freaking president would want to sleep in the room. It was modernly but very sophisticatedly decorated, the bed was biggest than a kings sized bed. The tiles were transparent, the temptature was just perfect. The room was lit in dull yellow colors giving the room a very romantic look, it smelled like vanilla and chocolate. Dante carefully dropped me carefully on the bed, “Thank you.” I muttered. He kissed my temple “you're welcome, I'll run you a bath give me a minute and I promise you my intentions are purely