Novel & Cerita Romance Novel Scene

Now that was good because just watching this scene had turned me into a horny mess and if Roman could see my face at the moment, they would be no doubt that I wouldn't be able to face him any longer. The throbbing sensation was increasing, my breaths were becoming heavier and despite all this, I couldn't take my eyes off them. I felt Roman behind me and soon his warm breaths were felt in my ear. "Now this night is starting to get interesting isn't it?" I swallowed hard and tried to control my breathing, "Y-yeah." I replied. "Enjoying the scene?" He asked in a low tone into my ear, just as his hand came from behind and brushed my arms gently until he reached my hand and interlocked our finger

Rosie There's only one word I can use to describe this: torture. Maybe even soft p**n. Every scene playing out in front of me feels like it's been ripped from one of my dark romance books-the same ones I stash deep in my closet and read under the covers with trembling fingers. But never, not in a million fantasies, did I ever imagine I'd actually watch one play out live. I've spent countless cold nights curled beneath my sheets, fingers moving slowly over my slick folds, imagining some fictional alpha male whispering filth in my ear. But this... this is different.

brushed against her in the kitchen, my hand grazing her hip. She jumped, her book nearly falling from her hands. "Sorry, Em," I said, but my voice was low, husky. "No problem," she mumbled, but her cheeks were pink, and she wouldn't meet my eyes. I started leaving little hints. One evening, I found one of her books on the coffee table, a steamy romance with dog-eared pages. I flipped through it, reading a scene where the hero pins the heroine against a wall, thrusting into her with raw passion.

She hisses as she closed her eyes as she thought she was falling. She was a bit startled when she found herself around my arms. She took a long breath and sighed in relief. But that was not the end. Our eyes meet and for a moment, the whole mansion vanished, and there was just us, Debra and me, and the romantic scene that was created after our body and soul approached each other. A strange tingling sensation aroused in my body. Love was all over the atmosphere, she blushed but didn't take her eyes against mine and neither did I. Without my consent, my mouth producing the warm air and blew few stripes of hair that were blocking her beautiful eyes from me.

(29) This chapter contains sexual scenes. It's rated. Move on, if you're not interested. Thank you. |Edited| A D R I A N A ....... His red eyes looked at me like I was crazy and the air intensified around us. I sighed as I brought my face closer to the depth of his neck and nuzzled it sensually. He released a deep growl as I touched his chiseled chest electrifying every dead cell in my body. I wanted him to this.

I moan into her ear as I nip at it. “Mmmmm…” She moans, running her hands down my back. I’m thrusting in and out of her, sending waves of euphoria through both our bodies. I don’t know where we are but I hear water. I still can’t see her...fuck it was driving me insane! This wasn’t just a good fuck...this was more. We were connecting so much deeper. “Don’t stop...YES!” She screams as she arches her back. ----- Thank you for taking the time to read my novel!

Chapter Eighty: Sex. This chapter contains a sex scene. Ivanna's POV "You're so beautiful," he murmured against my lips. My insistent hands on his towel and underwear would have given him the hint, because within five seconds, we were both naked and entangled in the sheets, and our hands roamed our bodies as we showered each other with fervent kisses. I took the hard length of him in my hand, and he shuddered against me as I rubbed my thumb along the silky tip of his cock.

She picked up one of the books she hadn't finished reading since earlier in the afternoon, as suggested by Marco. While waiting for her husband, Letta began to read the book page by page. The book seemed very intriguing, causing Letta to get carried away, until she finally slammed the book shut, her face flushing. The novel seemed to contain romantic scenes between the main characters and their partners, making Letta fan her flushed face. Once she had calmed down, Letta realized that they had never done such things, only receiving touches and a few kisses. Her heart raced, and her breath felt rapid. She playfully hit her head in frustration.

My breath hitched and I felt my face blushing from the view. “Let’s clean you up. I love you Vita Mia.” He lovingly kissed me on my forehead and lifted me from the bed “Vita Mia?” I curiously asked. “Yes. You’re not only my angel but also my life.” He whispered and bit my earlobe. 😊😊😊😊 Author's Note: Sorry for not updating for the past 2 weeks. I was not feeling okay and I decided to binge watch my favorite shows instead of writing. This is my first time writing a sexy scene, I'm open for any feedback you might have for me. Thank you!

Although, during these days of not having the real thing, the stand-in had become increasingly important. Nina and Martin went shopping and then watched a romantic movie together. The main characters were holding hands and slowly kissing due to their mutual affection. Nina was watching intently when suddenly she felt warmth on her hand. She paused and looked down. A hand was resting on hers—Martin’s. Honestly, Martin had nice hands. They were long and elegant. A simple filter on a photo of his hand could make hand enthusiasts swoon. Nina's hand was on the armrest, and Martin's hand was on top of hers.