Romance X Novels & Stories

I didn’t notice it on the first glance, but there is a bucket of ice with champagne and some chocolate covered strawberries on the coffee table in front of us as well. “I had a little help from some of the omegas, but I did arrange everything.” Xander shrugs and a light, pleased blush brightens his cheeks. “You know, we do hard, fast, and rough really, really well.” He drags out the second “really” to emphasize his point. “But, I don’t know that we’ve ever really done romantic. I wanted to try something a little different. I wanted to show my mates how thankful I am that I have them.” Well, now I just want to kiss him silly. The man is perfect. I mean, really? Who does this shit in r

Xavier laid her gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers as he leaned down and kissed her again, this time with more passion. Anna’s hands found their way into his hair as she responded eagerly, her heart pounding with excitement. Every touch, every kiss, felt like a promise—one that they were both ready to keep. As their kisses deepened, Xavier whispered against her lips, "I love you, Anna. I’ve waited so long for this moment." Anna smiled, her heart overflowing with happiness. "I love you too, Xavier. More than I ever thought possible." He walked lustfully to her and unbuttoned his shirt revealing his broad chest tattoo with a cross. He looks super hot, Anna drooled over him.

He, too, has realized we should have prepared for this. “I guess you could say that,” I say, my voice light, playing along. “The Del Valle men certainly have a way about them,” Lauren muses. “The first time I met Xavier was equally explosive.” Xavier, much to my amusement, goes slightly pink at that. “There’s no need to go into that here,” he grumbles, his deep voice making the words sound even gruffer. Then, turning to Armani, he adds, “This all sounds very…romantic, I suppose.” The word romantic comes out awkwardly, like he’s testing a foreign language. “But you must admit—it’s a little out of character for you, Brother. So, I want to know—” His blue eyes narrow slightly. “—what’s this rea

The romance becomes a beautiful fire. His cockhead nudges my entrance. The pressure builds. My pussy pulses with readiness. Wet heat invites him inside. He pauses. His forehead rests against mine. Our breathing mingles together. Love and lust intertwine in this one perfect moment. The slide in feels imminent. The romance blazes bright. It promises so much more.

My other hand moved to cup her face, my thumb grazing her cheek gently, contrasting the intensity of everything else. There was a storm raging between us—anger, confusion, frustration, and something deeper, something neither of us could fully understand. But it was there. I felt it, and I knew she did too. Everything we’d been holding back, everything we’d refused to acknowledge, was breaking free in that kiss.

I lean forward, pressing our foreheads together, our breath mingling in the small space between us. "But let's make a promise right now. We promise to tell the other if we ever change our minds. If you wake up one day and decide you want a little wolf running around, or if you decide for certain that you never want them... we tell each other.” I tell in a steady tone. "I promise, Alex. No secrets. Ever.” Xander whispers, his voice thick with a romantic, unyielding certainty. "I promise too.” I reply, before sealing the vow with a deep, slow, and breathtakingly sweet kiss that tastes of hot water, shared dreams, and a lifetime of absolute devotion.

I pulled him toward me and crashed my mouth against his. It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a movie kiss. It was messy, desperate, and full of all the anger and confusion we had been carrying since the day we became roommates. It tasted like salt and heat. It felt like a fight. Jax made a low sound in his throat: half a groan, half a growl and slammed me back against the tiled wall. The cold tile hit my back, but I didn't care because his body was warm, pressing against me, pinning me there. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow.

He tells me while he sees his ties. “Ouch!” I say angrily. “What nonsense.” I said, very upset by what he just told me. “The best thing you can give to a dead person is to always remember them for what they were. “This is not a movie, Miss Jefferson.” He tells me, looking at me seriously. “It could be a movie, don't you believe in what happens in romantic movies?” I asked him, confident that the world is not so bad and maybe it can be as beautiful as movies.

"You're going to help me? How? And with what?" Kento's grin widened as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I am going to help you with your mission: Operation Romancing my Husband." I frowned. "Operation Romancing my Husband?" Kento nodded. "Yep. That's what you are going to do. Since you two got married without building the most important foundation, which is love, you will have to start building it from scratch. We've already got one of the ingredients: you, being madly in love with my asshole best friend. Now we only need the second ingredient, and that is to make Navid fall for you too."

Jaxon held his d*ck and patted it on her throbbing opening. "Jax..." Roxanne breathed. "Princess!" Jaxon replied as he slowly entered her, his eyes never left her face. Roxanne's facial expression was priceless and it drove him mad. Once inside, he leaned further to kiss her moaning mouth as he kept thrusting slowly. "Ohh!! Pappi!" Roxanne moaned as her fingers dug into his back. "Say you love me, Princess!" Jaxon said, his eyes still on hers, burning her to her soul with raging passion.