Romantic Bedtime Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

His presence filled the room completely, making my nerves tense strangely. I closed my eyes, but sleep refused to come. “Vivienne,” he whispered softly after a while. “Are you asleep?” “No.” “Do you want to hear a story?” “Mmm.” In the darkness, he began telling a German story in a low, calm voice. His voice flowed steadily beside me until the story ended. Then he asked again quietly, “Are you asleep now?” “No.” I felt him move closer. His breath brushed lightly against my face. “Since you cannot sleep,” he murmured softly, “maybe we should try something that will help you relax.”

He sat on the edge of the bed and kissed the top of her head. “My princess... always smelling wonderful.” He ran a hand through her hair. “What story would you like tonight?” Luna’s face lit up. The Little Mouse, the Red Ripe Strawberry, and the Big Hungry Bear. Edgar picked up the book and read it slowly, changing his voice for each character, just as he always did. When he finished, he closed the book, said a prayer with her, kissed her forehead again, and tucked the blanket around her. “Sleep well, my princess.”

"Emma, your surprise is going to make tomorrow the most perfect wedding anyone could ever have." Finally feeling sleepy, I let Mommy tuck me into bed with extra dolphin stuffed animals and the promise that tomorrow will be magical in every possible way. "Mommy, will you tell me one more story about Romano family love before I fall asleep?" "What kind of story?" "Tell me the story about how you and Daddy learned that choosing each other every day is more important than just feeling love feelings."

“Seriously Ashley, I might get upset if you go through my messages.” “Dumb boy messages, just let go of me, I don't care anymore.” “Promise?” “Yeah.” She scoffed and he did, she didn't try taking the phone again and he lay beside her. “You should be sleeping, it's late already.” “I know and am exhausted, but I can't seem to fall asleep. Can you tell me a bedtime story?” “Bedtime stories are for kids, not twenty-one-year-olds.” “Just tell me one.” “Okay, I don't really know much so how about I tell you the story of a demon who has lived for over a thousand years.”

They might not have been able to spend the entire night outside, but there was no reason for them to end their date. She grinned from ear to ear as she walked out of the bathroom and found her naked, handsome mate waiting on the bed. He had lit a couple of candles and the fairy lights hung down from the four-poster bed. She never imagined him to be so romantic! This was just perfect and exactly the thing she needed to give her a bit of a morale boost. They spent the night in each other’s arms, just talking and making love. Gabriella fell asleep in Lucienne’s arms. No two people had ever loved each other more than these two.

My heart hammered against my ribs. The order was degrading, obscene. And it set a fire in my belly. I leaned forward, closing the distance. The first touch of my tongue to the cool, wet wood was salt and bitterness and him. I moaned, the sound involuntary, vibrating against the desk. I licked a slow, deliberate stripe through the spill, gathering it into my mouth. The act was so submissive, so filthy, that it coiled heat low in my core. I could feel Jonathan’s seed trickling from inside me, a parallel intimacy.

Once setting the firewood in place, making the dark room glowed through the orange flame and prepared enough heat to keep the small cabin warm all through the night, she sat by his only son, making herself and her rounded belly comfortable in the soft bed. "My son, it is time to go to sleep. Now, what stories do you wish me to tell you? I have many already prepared for you. Is it about a king? Or how vampires or the werewolves come to exist? Or a princess who falls into a deep slip after being prick by a cursed needle? Which one would you like to hear, my love?" The young boy looked like he was thinking rather hard and his eyebrow scrunched, figuring what stories would be good. After a few m

Then he fucked me again, slow and deep at first, then harder, the daybed creaking beneath us as the sun began to set. We continued for hours. He took me on the terrace overlooking the ocean, against the glass walls of the villa, in the outdoor shower, and finally in the massive master bed as the stars came out. Each round was intense, passionate, and addictive. By midnight, I was a wrecked, cum-soaked mess. My body was covered in hickeys and handprints. My pussy was swollen and overflowing with multiple loads of his cum. Damien pulled me into his arms on the bed, kissing me deeply as the waves crashed below.

“Don't you dare cum yet.” My wolf whimpered when the release I wanted didn't even come. He rose from his side position and came to the edge of the bed, kneeling before me, cock long and hard, and standing proudly, wet with the juice from my greedy tight pussy. I shifted my back on the bed while facing him. He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust.

She smiled into the camera and said, “I’ll do my best. Now, how about you crawl into that big bed of yours, and I’ll tell you a bedtime story.” I’m definitely ordering her some more romance novels.