Romance Christmas Novels & Stories

Liam asked, batting Molly’s hand away from his hat. Molly thought back to herself asking Mr. Kerstman, in jest, for a romantic Christmas wish. It was a memory that now caused an undeniable twinge in her heart. “No. I don’t think so.” “Oh.” Liam nodded. “Well, don’t be sad, Ms. Carmichael! Christmas isn’t even over yet. Maybe Santa’s still working on it?”

It was our first Christmas together as a married couple, and it made the moment feel even more special. She let out a soft sigh, her body shifting toward me. Then, in one smooth motion, she turned and wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me closer. Her eyes finally opened, sparkling with that mischief I adored. "Merry Christmas to you too, Roman," she murmured, her voice husky from sleep. She nuzzled into my chest, and I felt her warmth seep through my skin.

I grip his shoulders as I lower myself onto his cock, whimpering from the pain and pleasure. Oh, fuck yes! Pleasure erupts inside of me, and I begin riding his cock as he holds onto me tightly, kissing me deeply once more as he meets my thrusts with his own. Yes, we’re a little crazy right now, but it’s ok to be crazy sometimes, even when you’re a mother with a hundred responsibilities, it’s ok to have some fun… I smile against his lips. This is truly the best Christmas ever…

(I love you. "je t'aime davantage." (I love you more." I giggled. ~~~~~ "Merry Christmas." Jake said as he pulled me closer to him and then bent down to place his lips on mine. We were both dressed in the Christmas sweatpants and shirt. I guess you can call it Christmas spirit. "Hmmn." I moaned into the kiss as I ran my hands through his hair, "merry Christmas." I grinned pulling away from him. "Grace and Alexander said they could.not make it. They both decided to spend Christmas with Grace's family." My mom told me over the phone.

She passed him the ring box. He slid the ring onto her finger. “Merry Christmas, baby.” She said, smiling. “Merry Christmas, my angel.”

Jana's desk was across the aisle - she was responsible for tracking product shipments while Shelby coordinated accounts receivable. Shelby nodded. "None of us want to go, but Mr. Holiday, Senior, still insists we show up, tug our forelocks and get presented with a new set of livery." "That's it, I'm cutting you off from historical romance novels," Jana said with a laugh. "Although, god, that's just about what it feels like sometimes. Wouldn't it be nice if they'd just hand us the bonus check and kick us out the door early?" "Face it, girlfriend." Shelby wrinkled her nose. "We work for a greeting card manufacturer, run by a family named Holiday. We gotta make a big deal out of the Christmas p

Lena moaned quietly, hands in his hair, and came for the first time intense and trembling. Then he laid over them, spread their legs and penetrated deep and slowly into them. He loved her with calm, powerful passion – every shock was sensual, deep and full Gratitude. The snow outside fell quietly and underpainted its rhythm. “I love you,” he whispered at every intense shock. “For every Christmas we celebrate together. For the wonderful family you gave me. For everyone Wait for me to hold you in my arms. Merry Christmas, my great love.” Lena came a second time, intensely and quietly moaning, the legs tightly around him

Snow fell outside, the world quiet, bearing witness to the sinful, decadent celebration inside. When they finally collapsed, tangled together, she looked up at him, her eyes wide, still trembling. Her big tits heaved, pussy glistening, innocence now a memory wrapped in pleasure. “Best… Christmas… ever…” she whispered. He kissed her forehead, brushing wet hair from her face. “Santa always delivers… and you… you were the perfect gift.” She smiled, trembling, shivering, every nerve ending singing from pleasure. This Christmas, her wish had been granted in full—her innocence, lust, and every desire wrapped into one decadent, unforgettable present.

Six and a half weeks later . . . It was Christmas time in the Big Apple. Garland, lights, Christmas trees, wreaths, and snow decorated the city streets, businesses, and homes. Love also filled the air. Every time Caitlin turned around Derek and Chelsea was kissing under every piece of mistletoe they could find. Cameron and Catherine were always being discovered whispering sweet nothings to each other in private corners at Christmas parties. And Alexander and Caitlin were two star-crossed lovers who didn’t give a damn what anyone thought of them being together.

“It’s snowing like crazy over here. The streets are empty, everything’s white. Can’t wait till you and Mom arrive.” “Well, it’s no different here,” Tessa said, managing a small laugh. “We’ve got maybe three weeks until Christmas. The whole city’s lit up already.” “Our first Christmas together,” Roman said softly. “Real tree, stockings, the fire going… You in one of those ridiculous holiday sweaters you pretend to hate.” “I do hate them,” she lied, smiling despite herself. “Liar.” She could hear his grin. “I’m going to buy you the ugliest one I can find. You’ll wear it and love it.”