Romance In The Air Novels & Stories

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

“The one you called cold and intimidating.” The short distance made their breaths caress each other. They exchanged warmth even without significant contact. Only their eyes locked as Lucas revealed his honesty. “As usual, there's always an exception for everything.” *

The part of the poem that read, "I stand on the bridge, gazing at the scenery. The people watching the scenery are watching me." It was not until now that Darren knew that some people came into his life to make his days shine with wonder and to fill his dreams with beauty. Under the endless sky of fireflies, the two people gradually drew closer. It was unclear who was more proactive, in the warmth of their breath, they exchanged a gentle and lingering kiss. When both descended the mountain, they were in a good mood. Back in the courtyard, Darren escorted Hannah back to her room. With a kiss on her forehead, he said, "Hannah, good night. Sweet dreams."

His words knocked me out of my breath, and his gaze was like gravity, pulling me in. Neither of us are moving. It took will to break the spell off and I looked away, pretending to cough and pulling my silk robe tighter. The air is chilly, but it's always like I'm surrounded by summer sun when I'm with the prince. "Wow, you said your flirting skills were nonexistent, but I gotta say, it's pretty good," I laughed nervously, and peered into the telescope so I didn't have to look at him and get pulled back to his gravity.

He steps closer. One step. Two. The distance collapses. Air thins, His scent, clean smoke, spice, winter frost wraps around me. His face dips toward mine. And before my brain can form a thought, Our lips brush. Just barely. Fireworks burst behind my ribs, cascading down my spine. My knees weaken, traitorous and trembling. My tongue flicks out instinctively, tasting the heat he left behind. I want more. Roman’s hand slides around my waist, pulling me in gently, but with promise before his mouth claims mine fully, swallowing the breath from my lungs.

“What’s the matter? Are you feeling unwell? There are too many people here. I’ll take you home to rest.” I looked up and stopped laughing, saying calmly, “Sure.” He seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Still smiling, I continued, “But I don’t want to go home. Tomorrow’s my birthday, and I want to go for a hot-air balloon ride. I want to watch the sunrise with you.”

Below us, Newvale City glittered at night like a fake starry sky. I shoved the window open, and the night air rushed in, icy and sharp, cutting through the pain for a second. It felt amazing. "Hey, Francis, what do you even like about me?" He paused, searching for words. "I'm not sure. The moment I saw you ten years ago, I just knew I had to have you." "Had to have me..." I snorted, a bitter edge to my laugh. "So, I never had a choice? I couldn't even just zone out and get through life?"

The air always seemed to grow denser, warmer, when Roman entered a room. ​He approached her silently, his bare feet making no sound on the heated slate floor. He wore only a pair of black lounge pants, the ink of his tattoos dark and intricate against his tanned skin. He stepped into her space, his chest grazing her back, his heat radiating through the thick fabric of her robe. ​"The rain isn't going to stop," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that traveled straight down her spine. ​"I don't want it to," Vivienne whispered, leaning back into him. "As long as it pours, the rest of the world doesn't exist. There are no Jackals, no Vultures, no weddings. Just the sound of the water."

he said bouncing between pleading and fury “Because I don't love you. I love him, Ozrain...” Aira, with a stern but cautious tone, igniting another array of anger within Epsilon. He forced her hand to hold his hair and started kissing her rough and with that, another non-consensual, sexual intercourse followed. Aira has always been the one. No matter how cruel and heartless Epsilon is, their time together has been his happiest moments. His most satisfying sexual relationship, never failed to calm him down but that is about to change.

With a deep sigh, she pressed the doorbell and waited patiently for him. It didn't take long for Dennis to open the door, as soon as he saw her, he drew her close to him and gave her a long romantic kiss. "You look beautiful" he whispered to her left ear and Cassandra found herself blushing so hard even if it isn't the first time hearing such a word from Dennis. "Thanks" she replied and walked into the house. Dinner was already set for them, as Cassandra walked in, she saw the arranged table filled with candles, roses, a bottle of red wine and glasses.