Romance Novels Set In Greece 소설 & 이야기

Roman’s POV I stepped off the plane in Athens, the warm Greek sun hitting my face like a gentle hug after the long flight from Paris. Serena squeezed my hand as we walked down the jet bridge, her fingers warm and soft in mine. We'd spent three wonderful weeks in Paris, wandering the Eiffel Tower at night, sharing croissants in tiny cafes, and making love in our cozy hotel room overlooking the Seine. But now, Greece called to us, promising blue waters and ancient stones to explore together. My heart swelled just looking at her; her dark hair caught the light, and her smile made everything feel right.

he said carefully, “did you fall asleep in the car and dream about me getting married or something? Because I genuinely don’t understand this question.” “You’re saying you’re not getting married,” I replied. “Of course I'm getting married. I’m saying I don’t even know a woman named Justine so how can I get married to her?” He ran a hand through his hair, clearly unsettled now. “Where is this coming from?” I studied him for a second longer, then asked, “Did you meet any women when you went to Greece?” That did it. “Greece?” He stared at me, then shook his head slowly. “When did I go to Greece?”

His eyes were still closed. I released a sigh of relief. At least we could enjoy this date better. “That’s great news. Where in Greece are we going?” “Athens.” His eyes were still closed, and disappointment swept over my body. I could see how aroused he was. Then why wasn’t he kissing me? “How many days will we stay there?” I watched his stiff body and aroused shaft as he lay on his back with his eyes closed. Strangely, he did not attempt to hide his hard bulge from me.

“Aurora, this is by far the most incredible story I’ve ever heard. Please keep going.” She sipped her coffee and winced. “It’s going cold from all my talking.” “That doesn’t matter, we’ll get another. Please, just tell me what happened next.” She nodded and put the mug back down on the table. “We crossed into the west of Greece and made our way south along the coast to Delphi. We had been there for about a week when we heard stories coming out of Athens about a man from England, and a poem he had published called The Giaour.”

"Two weeks at a private villa in the Greek islands. Just you, me, and the Mediterranean Sea." I sat up, forgetting my nakedness in my excitement. "Greece? Are you serious?" "Completely." His eyes darkened as they roamed my exposed body. "Though looking at you now is making me reconsider the necessity of leaving this room at all." I leaned down to kiss him deeply, pouring all my love and gratitude into the connection. When we finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, I rested my forehead against his. "Thank you," I whispered. "For everything. "

I wanted him to cling onto me like this, to cling onto me, forever. I struggled to find my breath and not panic on how I’m supposed to act in LA. I stared at him again, keenly aware of each inch of where our skin touched. I felt the powerful thump of his heartbeat against my chest. His cock was pressed against my thigh, semihard in his sleep. My fingers burned to touch him. My lips ached to press against his hair. I closed my eyes trying to get myself together. I still don’t regret everything I did with him in Greece. It was beautiful, it was intensed and it was meant to stay in Santorini.

Before opening it, as if knowing already that this was going to take some time, she’d backed up until she sank into one of those high-backed chairs. The book was clearly old, so she’d had to turn the pages slowly to keep from ripping them. A couple of those pages were written completely in Greek, which she found only a bit odd, and she wondered what else could surprise her in this place. Her mother had tried to teach her to read in Greek. But Penn hadn’t thought it was necessary, so the lessons hadn’t gotten very far. Names that appeared early on in the book were familiar as she remembered her mother telling her the story of the lycan origination when she was just a little girl. But as she c

He didn’t know anything about Olivia, but now that he was the one doing this job for me, I needed to give him some backup story. “You.” she touched my arms. “I want you.” “I thought you are dating my baby brother.” Removed her finger from my body and looked at her. “Yeah, to be close to you, honey.” She smiled. “Not interested. Get lost from here also in Luke’s life, you have half an hour.” “Enough for a quick fuck, don’t you think so?” Now, everything fell into pieces. She was with me in the bed in Greece, where I left her like any other woman I did in the past. She was sleeping when I left her room, also the country, but she didn’t leave me.

Kim could almost see the sly smile that was probably on his face at that moment. She smiled back,"And you better pick up when she does, or else... " He laughed heartily, sending warm fuzzy feelings down Kim's body from her head right down to her toes. "Hey, babe," he said gently, "How's Greece treating you?" "Greece is absolutely amazing, the weather is great, the food is amazing and the men are hot." "The men are hot?" Kim smiled, mischief ok her face, she knew she had stirred up the pot. "Ah yes of course, as it turns out, the "Greek god body" stereotype has some quite strong basis."

I might not stand a chance against him, but I had to try. “Okay, destination wedding in Greece.” I said to him, I have always wanted to visit Greece after all. “Done, before I leave there is something I must do.” That was all the warning I got before Pascal caught my lips with his in a deep kiss. My mind blanked instantly, I could not hold any coherent thought. All I could feel, smell, taste and touch and Pascal and he was not giving any quotas. My back hit my bed but he was not done with me. Abruptly he released me and waited till I opened my eyes to give me a cocky smile.