Romance Excerpt Novels & Stories

I reveled in the warmth of his mouth as I shoved my tongue inside, his tongue sliding wetly against mine. He gave as good as he got. Xavier was really good with his mouth after all. Yet, for some reason, tonight felt different. And it was pissing me off. I wrenched my mouth away from his with a scowl. “What’s wrong?” Xavier panted, his eyebrows furrowed. His lips were a little swollen, his eyes dark with desire. His hair stuck up in some areas, where it was mussed up by my hands. He was a beautiful mess.

But I didn't get a chance to call it out when she continued . “I stumbled upon this book the other day. By mistake, obviously. I thought it was a theological study on ‘Fellowship,’ but it was actually this incredibly sappy romance story about two childhood best friends who fall in love after they made a promise to marry each other if they were still single by thirty.” She let out what sounded like a nervous, high-pitched giggle. “They were very scandalous scenes in the book, Leon,” Rose murmured in a low voice. “Their…sexual escapades were so vividly described I couldn't stop blushing, but I couldn't stop reading either.” She laughed again.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

Without waiting another second, Axel leaned down and covered her mouth with his. The kiss was nothing like the sharp, desperate encounters born of stress and chaos. It was slow, agonizingly deep, and overflowing with a quiet, profound romance. His lips moved against hers with deliberate tenderness, tasting her sweetness, reaffirming the deep, unbreakable bond that tied them together. Clara let out a soft sigh into his mouth, standing on her tiptoes to press herself closer, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

"We shouldn't rush things, Jasmine. You deserve to be savored." I feel a pang of disappointment, but Ramon's words reassure me. He's right; we shouldn't rush. I want to cherish this moment, to savor the feeling of being desired and loved. As Ramon continues to kiss me, I feel my heart fill with emotion. I know that I'm falling deeply in love with him, and I'm grateful for his patience and understanding.

Stepping up so close, she could kiss him. He tells her, "Close your eyes." "Why?" Bridgette curiously but playfully asked. "Come on, just close them." She surrenders, closing them slowly. Rome placed half of the candy in his mouth and then put the other half against her lips. When she went to taste it, she opened her mouth to take it in. Her lips came over Rome's as they bit into the candy together. This sweet cherry juice burst into their mouths. She smiles as he kisses her, it was filled with so much sensuousness, it left her body begging for more.

Romance hung in the air, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my back under my shirt, making me shiver. "You taste like strawberries," he murmured against my lips, nipping at my bottom one. I smiled, grinding down a little on his lap, feeling him harden beneath me. "And you taste like trouble," I whispered back, my hands in his messy hair, tugging gently. The romance built like a slow fire. He sat up a bit, wrapping his arms around me fully, kissing along my jaw, down my neck. Soft sucks that left tiny marks I knew I'd have to hide later.

The romance becomes a beautiful fire. His cockhead nudges my entrance. The pressure builds. My pussy pulses with readiness. Wet heat invites him inside. He pauses. His forehead rests against mine. Our breathing mingles together. Love and lust intertwine in this one perfect moment. The slide in feels imminent. The romance blazes bright. It promises so much more.

data-p-id=82eca71f7ac217849f3ba1383a595493,style=text-align:left;,"Whatever for?" data-p-id=d7e46828d3303f4c88e9ca7ef6cf5b82,style=text-align:left;,"For changing my life. For loving me. For being the kind of wife and mother any man could only dream about. For filling all the holes in my heart and making it feel so full that I fear it might burst of happiness."

As if he were rediscovering me pulse by pulse. I sank into the kiss, my fingers digging into his shirt as if he might vanish if I let him go. The kiss grew deeper, but it wasn’t urgent. It was aching, filled with all the things we’d never said. With all the years of regret. With all the years of love that never went away. When we broke apart, we were still close, breathing each other in. “You still feel the same,” I whispered. “So do you,” he said. He traced his thumb along my cheek, wiping away a tear I hadn’t even known was falling. The gentleness of the gesture was my undoing.