Romance Novel Scene Novels & Stories

They’re going to need changing before I go anywhere shortly. “Very wet,” I tell him as he begins to plant kisses along my jaw line then down my neck, nipping at my tender and overly sensitive skin. He lowers his head further as he kisses along my collar bone. Both his hands are above my head either side of it, boxing me in. God, how many times have I read this scene in one of my smutty romance books and wanted exactly the same thing? I let out a small girlish giggle. “Something funny you want to share with me?” he asks as he bites my neck playfully.

His touch ignited a fire within her, a flame that flickered and grew with every kiss, every caress. As they moved together, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony, the air was filled with the sweet scent of Jasmine's arousal and the musky tang of Ramon's desire. The sound of their ragged breathing, the soft gasps and moans, created a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the night.

I pause and close the book, feeling blood rush to my face. "What happened? Read.." Asher smiles, looking at my red face. He was lying with his head on my lap in the backyard of our school. It was lunch break and I was reading him the novel 'Delta of Venus.' It was all of a sudden, this steamy scene came up. "You read it yourself," I say and place the book over his chest. He takes it with a smirk and starts reading it from where I stopped. "Naked now, he lay his full length over her. She enjoyed his weight on her, enjoyed being crushed under his body. She wanted him soldered to her, from mouth to feet. Shivers passed through her body."

' Her voice had dropped an octave, husky. I swallowed hard. 'Yeah. It's...intense.' She bit her lip, eyes flicking back to my lap. 'Looks like it's got you worked up.' Heat flooded my face, but I didn't deny it. 'Can't help it. That scene's hot.' She leaned in, her breath warm on my neck. 'What if we made our own scene?' Before I could respond, her hand was on my thigh, sliding up slow. My dick jumped at the touch.

Each spot on the bed feels hotter than the next and the balcony doesn’t help. I decide to take a shower, and after a few hours in there, the moment I step out I see Roman in the room, his fingers frozen at the hem of his shirt. I drift to him and stand on my tiptoes, grabbing his shirt and kissing him fiercely. The heat in my belly turns into liquid desire immediately and I feel warmth begin to build behind my eyes. Roman lifts me in one swift motion and throws both of us onto the bed.

The maids in the previous castle were helpful towards and that is the reason why I could learn to read. Currently, I was reading a novel, and from what Cassandra had told me--It was a romance novel. I still was new learning about it, but all I knew about was that a hug and a kiss on the forehead were a sign of intimacy. I couldn't understand much, but in the books, it stated that sensing that bubbling feeling in the abdomen and the warmth in the chest was something related to a close connection between two people. A bond. As I put the book down on the nightstand and leaned the headboard of the bed, a few minutes passed before there was a knock at the door. As I told the person behind the doo

Roman's presence was a constant source of comfort and joy, his deep voice soothing to my soul. Between bites, Roman reached across the table and gently caressed my hand. His touch sent a surge of electricity through me, reminding me of the passion we shared beyond the confines of this meal. Our gazes locked, and for a moment, the world around us faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of us in this cocoon of love.

His chest rose and fell rapidly beneath her hands, and she could feel the thrum of his heart. She stayed there for a moment, breathing into his neck. The scent of him, woodsy, and clean flooded her senses. Her fingers were still twisted in his shirt, and even though her brain screamed that she should escape, her body pinned her in place. A certain place pulsed with heat, and as shameless as the thought was, she wanted him inside of her. Her hand moved first, almost without thinking, slipping from his chest to the hem of his shirt, fingers brushing his torso. She felt him tense under her touch, and when she raised her head to look at him, Rael was staring at her like he couldn't believe what

I spent most of my nights leading up to this day reading her books and picking out the most memorable scenes to recreate, in particular, the scenes where the pages in her book were the most smudged. I even knew what scene she was referring to. The couple had stripped out of their soak clothes and huddled naked together in an effort to stay warm as the night temperature continued to drop. It was the book's turning point, where they confessed their feelings for each other and became one for the first time. It was a classic trope, but based on the condition of those particular books, Jane seemed to like the clichés. But if that was what she dreamed of, then I had no trouble making her dreams co

She could feel goosebumps crawling all over her skin. Is this how it feels every time they do it? Rosalina thought back to when she read the romance novels in the library. There were scenes where the writers described how the characters felt at the warm presence of each other. At first, Rosalina had difficulties understanding, but now she seemed to get the hang of it. "You look distracted. What're you thinking about when I am right here in front of you?" Garry pouted when he saw Rosalina was spacing out.