Romans & histoires Romantic Excerpt

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

His touch ignited a fire within her, a flame that flickered and grew with every kiss, every caress. As they moved together, their bodies swaying in perfect harmony, the air was filled with the sweet scent of Jasmine's arousal and the musky tang of Ramon's desire. The sound of their ragged breathing, the soft gasps and moans, created a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the night.

His lips brushing against my ear Our hearts beat as one I smile as tears of joy escape my eyes "Roman," I whisper. Love in my voice. "I love you too." Roman's lips meet mine. Soft and gentle. Our kiss sends shivers down my spine. Time stands still. The world fades leaving only us lost in our love. Roman's lips devour mine. Passion explodes between us. Our confession ignites an uncontrollable fire within us. We stumble to the ground together. Hands roaming, clothes shed Skin to skin. Our bodies entwined. Roman's touch sends shivers down my spine.

The pages were blank, except for a single quote on the last page: "My love, my heart beats for you alone. In the chaos of the world, you are my peace. -A" Seraphina's heart raced as she read the words. Who could have written this? It was romantic, passionate, and it seemed to speak directly to her soul. She felt a flutter in her chest, a sense of excitement and hope. Could this be from Alex, the initials... her ex-fiancé's? Or was it from someone new, someone who had been watching her from afar?

Anna felt her heart skip a beat and a smile stretched on her lips as she gazed at the fifty long-stemmed sparkling roses, an elegant satin ribbon wrapped around the stem. “It’s breathtaking,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “It is.” “I think there is a note,” Wendy pointed out. Anna slowly took the small paper from the middle of the flower under the curious eyes of everyone but before she could read it, it was snatched from her by Dali and Wendy and they both read it out loud together. “As this rose burns with red, so too does my passion for you.” They screamed, their voices traveling throughout the office. “Oh my God, that’s one poetic line.”

It was a night of pure ecstasy, where the outside world faded away, leaving only the two of us immersed in a sea of pleasure. In the aftermath, as we lay entangled in each other's embrace, I couldn't help but smile. This was just the beginning of our passionate love story, a journey that would be filled with countless more intense and romantic moments. As the sun began to set, casting a soft golden glow through the curtains, we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our passionate time. Our bodies intertwined, we exchanged lazy kisses and whispered sweet nothings. "Elliana," Max said, his voice filled with a mix of contentment and awe. "I can't believe how incredible this few minutes of our

In the hush of the night, they found solace in the shared silence, a language of their own that spoke volumes of unspoken emotions. As they gazed at the stars above, a sense of peace settled over them, a knowing that their meeting was not just a chance encounter but a destined connection that would shape their lives in ways they had never imagined. In the quiet of the night, surrounded by the whispers of the wind and the rustle of leaves, Axel and Hazel embraced the promise of a slow burn romance that was waiting to blossom in the quiet spaces between their hearts.

On its touch to something, it dries. “Was it wrong to follow my desire? No.” She question herself. A vivid picture of her and Adrian as they always sat under the shade of the tree exhilarated by their love. In romanticism, they were the love birds after Romeo and Juliet. Christine would always hold him by his waist as she laid her bosom on his chest and raised her head at an angle of fixed degrees. A white eyes with black spots at the centre and always immobile. They swallowed each other's tongues as their heart delved to nourish their satisfaction. Adrian was a despot for her. His hand on a shoulder and the other on her thighs. They seemed in their world. They felt themselves on a beach. On

I asked as he shivered, looking into my eyes with lust and hunger. “There’s this attraction I have towards you,I don’t know how to explain it,I ….I…. just know that I want you and nothing will stop me ” he replied before kissing his way down my neck,my breasts and my stomach. .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. “You’re beautiful” I whispered, kissing her nape……..and carrying her to the bed before depositing her on it. I don’t know why it’s like a magnet, pulling me towards her.

Black dots dance around me as Roman blatantly slurped everything I produced for him. He guided me down from my high, the roughness of his touch was long gone when I caught on my breathing. He climbed up my body, kissing me squarely on the mouth. The tang of my arousal filled my senses. I’ve never felt anything more carnal than this before. Roman held his weight, staring down at me with a smug smile on his lips, our breaths mingling between us. “You’re beautiful at your ecstasy, amor.” I swallowed hard, reaching for the hem of his shirt. He grabbed my hand, guiding both above my head. My brows furrowed. “Not tonight, I’m satisfied at seeing you unravel because of me.”