Romantic Drawings For Boyfriend Easy Novels & Stories

"Now, go to your partners and get your sketch pad out, look at your partner straight in eye, get mesmerize by it and start to draw anything you can feel towards him or her." My breathing hitched when I met his eyes staring intently at me, many emotions flowing through his eyes. Love. The last and the one emotion left shows in his eyes. I'm like being hypnotize by his eyes unconsciously, my hands came into life as I start sketching without leaving his stare. A whistle blow reached my ear, cutting me in my own trance, snapping my gaze from him to my sketch pad, I gasps as I look at my drawing. 'A girl and a wolf, the wolf cuddling the girl underneath the moon light'

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I wouldn't. My brows arched at him in confusion. “What do you mean?” He paused, staring at me. Unsure if I would love the idea. “You could draw something— physical. It doesn't have to be something imaginable.” “For the time being. I wanna offer myself… to you.” I tried fixing his sentence together. “I'm confused.” “Let me be your model for tonight. You draw me, whatever. I'm willing to do what it takes to make this work.”

“He comes here everyday and whenever he leaves, he leaves a large tip on my name and even leaves the cutest gifts and sketches of me.” “Sketches?” Soren nods eagerly. “Yeah, sketches. They're the prettiest piece of art I've ever seen but he always leaves them with the madam and there's no scent on them but I think he's courting me,” “I think he is.” Ilya agrees. “It’s cute and if he can draw that perfectly, he has to be cute too. Maybe I'll finally find someone that will love me for me,” Soren beams with a sparkle of hope in his eyes.

I snuggled more in my pillow and sighed in relief but the tickling again started. I opened my eyes and a gasp escaped my mouth.... My boyfriend smiled at me sheepishly.“What are you doing?” I asked as a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. “I was trying to wake you up?” He said smirking. “By tracings your nose on my neck?” I asked incredulously. “I was inhaling your exotic fragrance. You smell of roses. My favourite flower.” He said and my heart fluttered with happiness. He is so charming and knows how to deal with girls so good....

Her tongue was peeked out in concentration. As she neared completion of her sketch, a contented sigh escaped her lips, accompanied by a loving smile. The finished portrayal of a guy, with deep eyes and a well-sculpted face, warmed her heart. With affection, she kissed the sketch, holding it close. Sitting up, she gazed at the creation, her eyes reflecting admiration. In a tender moment, she placed the sketch on the floor, taking her pencil to inscribe, "Love you, Darian" at the bottom. A joyful smile adorned her face as she admired her message. Suddenly, the room's gates opened, prompting her to swiftly hide the precious paper beneath the carpet.

Although it was only two-dimensional, it felt as if our eyes were really communicating with each other. “You look even better in real life, madam. I couldn’t fully capture your love on paper, but I think I did a pretty good job.” “Pretty good job? You did an amazing job, sir!” I said and held onto the drawing. “How much would this be?” Clyden said. “200 Euros, sir. But I can give it to you for 150 since I enjoyed drawing you and your wife,” he said while placing our drawing in a frame. He handed it back to me and smiled.

“Are you okay, Raelynn?” “As I can be. It’s just a little tense at home, you know.” I eyed the half finished sketch that was scrawled on the paper. A rough drawing of a girl sprawled out in a flower field. Thick curls weaving between the honeysuckles and roses and lifeless eyes shaded a dull black. I glanced away, “I need a moment to breathe.” “Uh-huh.” She hummed, “Do you like to draw?” “I love it.” I gushed. I honestly wouldn’t know where I would be if I wasn’t able to draw. “It helps.”

When she finally drew the last stroke, she let out a long sigh of relief. Her expression returned to normal. "Done." "Is dating me boring?" he asked. "Huh?" She froze. Then, she seemed to realize something and hurriedly said, "No, I didn’t draw you because it was boring. The image of you reading just now was so beautiful that I couldn't help… uhh... drawing it." With that said, her expression changed suddenly. "By the way, do you mind if I draw you like this?"

But I can't stop, this fantasy feels so real, "Please. Laurent, I need you. Drink my blood." I can't deny him anymore. My canines come out and I finally wedge them into his delicate neck, making him gasp. My mouth fills with his blood and I can finally suck and suck the blood from my mate like I’ve wanted to do for years. I come so hard that my cum falls on my own face and my knot appears once again. Pathetic. I look down at the half-finished drawing. The details of his face are finished but his body still needs some work. I decide to leave it here to finish it another day. Right now I feel too embarrassed.