Romance Paris Novels & Stories

Carrying the faint aroma of wine, her lips approached his. And they exchanged a passionate, lingering kiss. After a while, her watery eyes fluttered open. She smiled and backed away, but before she could get far, a large hand seized her waist. His palm was scorching hot, and the thin fabric of her nightdress didn't offer her skin much protection. She felt like he was about to set her on fire. "Madam, I haven't had enough." He brushed the tip of his nose against hers and chuckled, "Whatever I owe you from the back door, Madam, it's about time to repay it."

Sure you would. -Insurance. It is the country of love after all. Impossible not to like it. I already hate her . Gael puts his hand on mine again. "You said it, queen, the country of love." He approaches to kiss my cheek. Here you will be conquered by anything and anyone. I understand the hint you're offering me and I hate the attributions you take to get so close to me, and touch me like that, without permission. —France is not called the country of love. The city of Paris is,” Delia clarifies. She bites into her meat and looks at me. A look that I try to understand.

I want to punch her in her perfect little face. “Why are you here in Paris?” she asks, pronouncing it Pair-EE. “What is this I have seen on the television?” Once again, Grant launches into his story. But where Jean-Paul was unmoving stone, Dominique fairly swoons. When Grant tells her about the two women he saved, she looks like she’s about to cry and jump his bones at the same time. “You are so brave, mon amour,” she murmurs as she places her hand on his jacket lapel.

He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart.

Louise smirked “Its been a while, darling that we met again. I guess we are destined to be together “ and he suddenly held her two hands and kissed her hand as he gave an prince impression towards her. Girls at side became envious and mad towards Loki. “ Wait! You misunderstood guys! I don’t know him! “ Loki sighed and kept her awkward face. "Louise, can you please sit down now?" Their professor interrupted Louise and their class going to started. "AL righty, Sir!" Louise sat down as he placed his elbow on the table and his eyes kept flirting at Loki. He reached his hand over to her, giving a letter saying "thank you for saving me, my darling"

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

Jake tilted his head, smirking. “Modest as always.” He sipped his champagne. “But honestly, darling, what I want—what I really need—is to meet someone interesting here. Not just pretty. Not just wealthy. Someone who makes me forget New York for a while. I want to fall in love in Paris. Can you imagine? Me, walking the Seine at night, hand in hand, kissing under the Pont Neuf? Ugh. My heart can’t take it.”

Lana's Point of view The first raindrops fell as soon as we stepped out onto the patio. They appeared uncertain because they were slender and icy. They rapped on the glass and stone, a silent warning that Paris was about to be hit by a storm. The city lights appeared hazy, like little lights in the dark, due to the rain. I shuddered, my hair wet and plastered to my forehead. Not entirely due to the cold. due of the tension. from him.Adrian, who was silent and composed, approached me beside me. We stood at the Seine's brink, his dark, sharp coat brushing against me. The taste of rain and the scent of moist dirt were carried by the wind as it passed past us. Everything in me told me to stay ev

"Yes, it was incredibly romantic. We sealed our love with a padlock, just like in the movies." Scarlet grinned. "I have to admit, that sounds pretty amazing. But, come on. Give me all the juicy details. Any passionate, movie-worthy kisses?" Aviana blushed and laughed. "Well, you know, Paris is the city of love. There were kisses, but those are our little secrets." Scarlet leaned back, feigning disappointment. "Aw, you're no fun, Aviana." Aviana laughed. Scarlet continued as she replied to Aviana's comment about their romantic vacation as she let out a dramatic sigh. "Paris, the city of love. I'm so jealous. You two are disgustingly adorable together."

Paris looked at Ann and felt he was taking her for a fool. “What?” Ann asked. “You took him to the beach where we made love, Ann.” Paris said. “I did not,” Ann denied it. Paris sighed and shook his head. He walked towards the door to leave, but Ann grabbed him and forced a kiss on him. “What are you doing?” Paris questioned, holding her at arm’s length. “Drink my blood and you will see that I love you! It has always been only you!” Ann cried.