Romance Sleeping Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter 79: Aftermath of Romance Hana stirred awake, the soreness in her body reminding her of the intensity of the night before. She shifted slightly, careful not to wake Jarrel, who was still asleep beside her. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Hana’s gaze drifted to the sheets, noticing a small spot of blood. It was a stark reminder of what she had given to him—a piece of herself that no one had ever touched before.

Someone the dashing friend would feel safe being around with. “Wake up, Sleepyhead.” I heard Lance calling my name. I opened my eyes and saw he was looking at me. I jumped, then looked at the wall clock. It was past 4:00 pm. I was asleep for more than an hour. I scowled at Lance. “You were the first one to fall asleep. You should have woken me up earlier.”

“Get some sleep, my love.” The bed dips as I feel him get in beside me and snuggle up to me, clouding my body in his warmth. I feel myself slip into comfortable slumber, my body singing and tingling, spent from hours of sexual delight. But as I finally drift off to sleep, the darkness of sleep is quickly replaced by the image of the living room in my loft. A tall, statuesque figure stands before me with cascading fuchsia hair and intense, familiar, liquid silver eyes, that stare back at me with tenderness and compassion.

Our bond, and Roman’s amazing scent, lulled me to sleep. ***** ROMAN. I knew that I should sleep, but it eluded me. Perhaps it was because I was sharing a bed with my mate or perhaps because I was enjoying how carefree she seemed to be while she slept. Either way, I was still wide awake for a while even after the movie ended. I did doze off at some point, just to be woken right up when I felt sparks break out along my chest. Octavia’s face was nestled against my chest. Her arm was wrapped around my waist, one leg tangling with mine.

Nicholas Carrington:- I stared at her beautiful face as she slept peacefully in my arms after I exhausted her last night. I moved the strands of her hair and caressed her cheeks gently. I wanted to wake her so severely and make love to her once again, but I knew she was sore, so I held myself back.

My body ached in all the best ways, yet the bond tugged at me, restless and demanding, as if the night hadn’t been enough. I let out a soft sigh, trying to shift carefully, but the movement made him grunt low in his chest. His lips brushed the sensitive spot below my ear. “Already awake, little flame?” His voice was rough, sleep-thick and hungry, and it sent a shiver straight down my spine. “Couldn’t sleep,” I whispered, though the truth was I didn’t want to. Not with him this close. Not when every inch of me burned for him still. His hand slid down my stomach, slow and teasing, making my breath catch. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m not done with you.”

I ask, curious. "Nothing special. Nitrous oxide. And when she fell asleep, I sprayed a bit more directly on her face. Still, I think she slipped into a deep sleep just from exhaustion," Roman replies. "She looks sad, even while she sleeps," Sergei murmurs, more serious now. "She fell asleep crying," Roman answers flatly. Silence falls between us. We watch her. So still. Her lashes still damp, her face softened by sleep. Every shape, every curve, every breath—burned into our minds.

She closed her eyes and tilted her head back in ecstasy while Roman swirled his tongue around her nipples, knowing her mother was present, watching with some unperceived emotion. Approval? Angelica thought, reveling in her brother's teasing. She felt Roman's very corporeal hand between her legs, slowly rising to wakefulness as he worked slowly back and forth. When she opened her eyes, she saw that her fingers were buried in her brother's hair, the hem of her top was above her small breasts and Roman was indeed licking her hard nipples. She knew that in her sleep she had been moaning and arching toward his titillating tongue. Angelica's shorts were unbuttoned and unzipped, Roman's hand down i

A message from him. Ronan: I can’t stop thinking about how tight you felt around me. Get some rest, beautiful. Tomorrow is going to be good. I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt. I typed back before I could stop myself. Liora: Can’t wait. Goodnight, Ronan. P.S. Don’t be late. I fell asleep with his cum still inside me and his promise in my heart. ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆

he agreed, pressing a soft kiss into my dark hair. --- **CHRISTOPHER P.O.V** The smell of her lemon soap filled my head, making the dirty memories of the Rome warehouse fade away completely. I lay back on the pillows, pulling Rosalina down with me. She rested her head on my chest, her small hand lying flat over my ribs. "You need to sleep," she whispered, her brown eyes looking up at me in the dim afternoon light. "I will sleep if you stay right here," I said, my voice rough with exhaustion.