Romance X Novels & Stories

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

she tried to keep her sanity at bay but his enchanting scent and that expensive cologne sprinkled on his leather jacket turned all her attempts in vain. While Grace was having an inner battle with her tempestuous emotions, Xavier was having the best time of his life. Moaning shamelessly against her mouth, he slid her seat backward to make space for himself. Without breaking the kiss, he got inside the car and hovered over her. Drowned in lust, he was busy feasting on her cotton lips when his teeth pierced her lower lip. Grace winced in pain and quickly grabbed his shoulder blades but instead of pushing him away, she angled her head to give him a better access. Xavier grazed her lower lip wit

“Aww…” "What are you doing?" Xander frowned in astonishment. “I'm pinching my own hand to prove whether this is a dream or not. And this is not a dream." "What do you mean?" "I’m your lover," Angel blushed. "I still don't believe it." “This is not a dream, Angel. All of this is real.” Xander cupped Angel's cheek and looked at her intensely. "I'll prove to you that all of this is real." Xander pulled Angel's face close and kissed her gently. His lips moved based on the instinct of a man who wanted to claim his woman as his own. Xander really enjoyed the morning kiss without wanting to rush to end it.

"Observing and appreciating one's surroundings isn't romance." "No, but bringing me up here to a spot you've shown no one else qualifies. Or buying me a key charm necklace for my birthday to replace the one I'd lost does, too. Or carrying me to bed in order not to wake me because you knew I was tired. Should I keep going?" She glanced at him over her shoulder. "Standing sentinel all night when I hurt my head. Lying with me half the night after you found out my mind was restless. You, X, are a romantic."

Very Much. He promptly captured her lips in his and they both kissed fervently, filling the entire Church with whistles,Claps and laughs. ◍◍◍◍ After dinner with everyone, they both departed for the place that Damien had prepared for them the day before. She was seated next to him in the front seat, smiling at him as he drove. He went out first and unlocked the entrance to her side in the hotel's Private Garage, which was Rafeal's but he bought the Penthouse, he took her hand and let her stand outside.

Scarlett wrapped both arms around his neck, her long dark hair cascading over his shoulders. Xavier smiled. "I miss this so much," He whispered hoarsely into her ear. "You are such beautiful woman. I couldn't be happier." Scarlett was now lying flat on her back. Xavier lifted himself from her chest. "I love you so much baby. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me." ''I love you too.'' Scarlett replied. They shared another passionate kiss as Scarlett snaked her hand inside Xavier's boxer shorts. She slowly rubbed his hardened member through the fabric. He moaned deeply. The two continued making out for a while longer, before their passion got out of control.

he confirmed. “Let’s take a break and stretch our legs,” he said, pulling over to the side of the road. “Right here?” I asked, looking at him in confusion. “Yes, why? What’s wrong with here?” he asked. “It’s in the middle of nowhere,” I said. “Oh no, baby. It’s not” he said, as he walked into the forest that was beside us. “Xander? Where are you going?” I asked. However, he didn’t answer my question, all he did was turn around and smile, as he walked out of my view. In a few minutes, he returned holding a bunch of red roses in his hands. “Roses?” I said, a smile on my face as I filled with happiness. “Yes, my love. Only for you” he said. “Thank you, Xander. I love you so much” I said, takin

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.

I reveled in the warmth of his mouth as I shoved my tongue inside, his tongue sliding wetly against mine. He gave as good as he got. Xavier was really good with his mouth after all. Yet, for some reason, tonight felt different. And it was pissing me off. I wrenched my mouth away from his with a scowl. “What’s wrong?” Xavier panted, his eyebrows furrowed. His lips were a little swollen, his eyes dark with desire. His hair stuck up in some areas, where it was mussed up by my hands. He was a beautiful mess.