Romance Novels With Virgin Heroines Novels & Stories

“So this how the author sees her…just like I do” I forget about the Vampire with me, ogling at the bold image of the heroine of my number one action romance novel. The same onyx long hair as described in the novel, bold and fiery emerald eyes that swooned the enigmatic CEO, and a killer figure that brought her hero to his knees. “Such uncouth behavior. Nothing of the noble blood running through your veins” The Vampire’s sneer jitters me out of my trance and I cower with red cheeks and pace backward sheepishly.

His fingers grazed the edge of her jaw, traced down her throat. “I wanted the girl who would bite back.” She jerked her head away. “I didn’t sell my pride.” “No,” he said, dragging a hand down her side, past her waist, “but you leased your body. And I’m going to use it like it’s mine.” Her muscles tensed. Her chest rose in sharp, shallow breaths. This isn’t you. You’re not some shivering virgin waiting to be ruined. You’re doing this for your brother. You’re not weak.

I turn to the others, searching their looks for an ounce of understanding. “Just that. Through my arrogance... through my stupidity... through my inability to communicate other than through violence and control... I failed to show him that love. » I turn back to Alaya, my tone hardening slightly. " It's true. I bought your virginity. » The word is dropped, raw, brutal. “That was what interested me. The fact that you're a virgin. Pure. Untouched. » I stare at her intently. “If you hadn't been a virgin, I never would have chosen you. Never. »

Just watching her walk through the room with her firm stride, her chin up, he'd felt the compulsion to take her, to have her for his own, his own pleasure. Wrapping her fingers around his length, he stare into her blue eyes. So expressive. Her bottom lip is sucked into her mouth, and it makes him want to pull on that lip. Stepping up to the bed, he take her hand and wrap it around his d*ck. One night of pleasure. He shouldn’t have come tonight. He've never taken a virgin before. He don’t even know if he could be gentle with her. Then he remember he doesn’t have to be.

Men who seek out virgin partners tend to have toxic ideas about female sexuality, it's just all rooted in sexist nonsense and garbage. Virgins are usually not that great in bed, they're obviously inexperienced, they don't know how to move, how to act and they're clumsy. The innocence is the strongest aphrodisiac and knowing it's like a game-changing and once in a lifetime experience gives them the strongest excitement. It's not mostly by the actual pleasure but more about trust, intimacy and consent. An initialisation.

Her mouthwatering scent was somehow addictive, like a drug pumping through his veins, and there was something more about her A virgin. In his club. A curvy, untouched female of childbearing age. He'd only been around one of those once before, when he'd met his brother Grigori's future mate, Madelyn. The scent then had been unmistakable, almost irresistible. But this woman? It had been impossible to walk away from her. He finally understood what Grigori had told him about the temptations of virgins. Rurik hadn't wanted to believe his brother's warnings, but there was no denying it now.

She didn’t have anything worth remembering to write down, so she promised herself that if her life started getting more interesting, she would perhaps give the book a chance. Nothing unusual had gone down since that very weird night, thank God, and Natalie was taking the whole settling-in thing quite well. The silver haired teen sat in their beautiful garden today, lounging… her cast foot resting on a low table as she read a romantic novel. She was flushed, her heart thumping very fast, her thighs clenching unconsciously at the extremely smutty scene she had gotten to. Being a virgin, this was kind of the only way she got to get her adrenaline high— taking it second handedly while pretending

When he smiled, it was like getting hit in the chest with a missile. “You know, I don’t know much about book titles,” he said in that voice that had seduced so many women across the world, “but isn’t ‘wicked virgin’ kind of a contradiction here?” “Um,” was the only reply Lucy could come up with. “Although since I don’t read romances, maybe you could explain. Is the virgin supposed to be wicked?” He gave her a wink that she was pretty sure made her burst into flames. She was wondering why no one was running for the fire extinguisher when she realized she hadn’t even responded to his question. “Um, usually the heroine becomes wicked once she meets the hero. It’s like an awakening.” Her face fl

Hell, we never had conversations that weren't professional until I decided that I had to have her no matter what. Fuck, I remember the way she felt around my cock when I thrust into her. The resistance from tearing into her hymen and the blood mixed with her arousal dripping down her thighs didn't deter me from wanting to fuck her like an animal. I'm currently on a date with my wife, Natalia, and yet all I can think about is the face my mistress makes when she comes for me. Or how tears brim her eyes when she chokes on my cock while I'm fucking her throat. For someone who was a virgin, Rosalie sure knows how to work her mouth around my cock.

They say being a virgin comes with it's perks, comes with being inexperienced, maybe that was the only possible reason why her body would react the way it does whenever Alessandro came close—moments when he would touch her, moments when her mental voice and head would scream at her to push him away but she only ended up pulling him closer. Yes?! It was the fucking hormones of being a virgin. Alessandro was the only man she had ever been with and this was why she would always feel that way. It was the only explanation. Was it? There was menacing Sergei, caring Luciano who drinks blood for a living and that dufus—Marco, she had been close with each one of them so why didn't she feel that way w