Romance Excerpts 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.

"Since the day you chose that dress, Roman. Since the day you looked at me and didn't see a ghost." The kiss was a collision of teeth and tongue. It tasted of smoke and victory. In the confined, swaying space of the speeding car, the world felt small and frantic. Roman’s hands moved with a feverish intensity, stripping away the remnants of her blazer, his mouth finding the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder.

He ate me like a man starved, tongue thrusting inside me, lapping up our combined essence with filthy enthusiasm. “Yes, Alexander... just like that,” I panted, grinding against his face. Romance wove through the raw passion; he looked up at me with dark, adoring eyes, as if worshipping every reaction. Another climax hit me hard, my body shaking as waves of ecstasy crashed over me. I flooded his mouth, but he kept licking, prolonging the high until I was a whimpering mess.

Kalix's growls of pleasure and Audrey's moans of delight echo in the room, a testament to the depth of their shared passion. As they gaze into each other's eyes, their connection deepens, their love blossoming in the midst of their shared ecstasy. The unspoken language of their shared gaze conveys a deep understanding and a mutual longing that transcends words, binding them together in a moment of pure intimacy and connection. In this moment, they are lost in each other, their love shining bright and true as they revel in the beauty of their shared romance.

It was a night of pure ecstasy, where the outside world faded away, leaving only the two of us immersed in a sea of pleasure. In the aftermath, as we lay entangled in each other's embrace, I couldn't help but smile. This was just the beginning of our passionate love story, a journey that would be filled with countless more intense and romantic moments. As the sun began to set, casting a soft golden glow through the curtains, we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our passionate time. Our bodies intertwined, we exchanged lazy kisses and whispered sweet nothings. "Elliana," Max said, his voice filled with a mix of contentment and awe. "I can't believe how incredible this few minutes of our

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

And I wanted to focus on the delightful currents charging my imagination that I couldn't be bothered to give more than a smile and a nod. By the time of the first lecture, I was wet down there, and my nipples were hard and sensitive. And all I could think of was the myriad of positions we've tried over the past week. “Romance,” the prof began, “the experience of love or infatuation….” At the cue, I pushed through the bubbling under my skin and opened my laptop and then my lecture notes—and my phone trembled softly. Picking it up, I saw a text from Hunter and hastily opened it.

I looked at him with a snort, I grabbed his cheek and pinched it so he moaned. "I knew it, you're going to do that to my cheek!" He said annoyed and rubbed his cheek. I burst out laughing and rolled over on his bed. "What about you, how are you?" I stopped at his question. "Tsk, you're still asking questions! It's boring too, can you believe we had a date at the library--" I didn't finish what I was going to say when he said something. "That's a good library, isn't it, I want to try it there but boys are so stagey, like girls, they prefer it in bed! By the way, what did you two do in there?"

It’s frightening how quickly a life can be taken away from us. I peered up at Roman. He was regarding me with the same look I probably have on my face. “Kiss me?” He shifted until he was hovering over me, holding his weight with one hand while the other held my face. I gripped his shirt while he pressed his lips against mine. It was gentle, filled with too many emotions. Tears scalded down my cheeks as I parted my lips for him. It wasn’t lust-filled, the gentle dance our tongues dove into, but flooded with passion and raw pain.

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I