Romantic Excerpt Novels & Stories

His lips moved against hers with a reverence that made her feel cherished, loved in a way that words could not describe. Avery’s mind was a whirl of sensations, every nerve ending alive with the intensity of their connection. Romeo’s kiss was patient, unhurried, as if he wanted to savor every moment, every touch. It was a dance, a slow, sensual exploration that left her breathless and yearning for more.

*Ten Minutes Later* We both laid on his bed, my head resting on his broad chest as he caressed my hair. I smiled as he read to me from the book 'Romeo and Juliet', one of the most iconic romantic moments between Romeo and Juliet " 'Juliet whispers to herself, O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?' Romeo, hearing her words, reveals himself, and they exchange sweet nothings' ." Alessandro read. As I listened to his sweet voice, the cramps disappear and I focus on nothing but his handsome face. Julian had never treated me this way during my pains. In fact, he doesn't like us to meet on days like this.

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.

Alessia Romero ____ After turning off the lights in the room, I slid under the warm fluffy bed covers and stared into the darkness. The scent of the red roses beside the table caught me. I wondered who had given me such a romantic gift. My memories began wandering, and I slowly drifted to Rodion. The memories that I had held onto for the past week flooded in my brain. One particular memory was the night he took me to heaven and back. Crazy enough, that brought a smile to my lips. If no one had ever mentioned, he looked so damn hot when carried away. I could be stupid but I cherished the little moment of him handling me with so much need, he made me feel special and worthy a touch.

“I don’t want beige anymore. I want to be… swept off my feet, mad with desire, crazy in love.” “Is that right?” “Yes. Grand romantic gestures,” she laughed. “I want flowers, and chocolates, and romantic dates. I want flower petals on the bed, and candlelight and lingerie. I want… Sorry,” she apologised, pulling away from him. “I am sorry, Owen. I didn’t mean… I mean, not that what we had wasn’t…” “It is okay,” he pulled her back against him and pressed his lips to her forehead. “I am not insulted. I guess I wasn’t really romantic. I don’t think I ever bought you flowers… or any of those things.”

We were ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that our love would always guide us through the darkest of times. *** In the evening, Jonathan surprised me with a romantic candlelit dinner in the garden of his home. Soft music played in the background, creating an ambience of tranquillity and love. As we sat at the table adorned with flickering candles and a bouquet of fragrant roses, I admire the effort he had put into making this evening special. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a gentle glow on our faces. “You truly know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Jonathan.” I praised him, a smile playing on my lips.

I looked up and realized it was a single red long stemmed rose. I picked it up and attached to the stem was a glittery gold note that was folded in half. I opened it and my heart fluttered as I read. ‘I’m not giving up. I choose you, and I will continue to choose you until my last breath. Even if you’re the one to take it. - Damien’

From now on, he will always love rain. He held her hand, walked towards Starbucks, and brought two coffees for them. She rubbed her chilly hand and blew hot breath to get the warmth, but nothing helped until she held on to the cup. “Was it necessary?” She squinted her eyes with pretended anger. “I want you to sense everything you see and feel could be romantic,” Samson whispered, taking a step closer to her. “How rain could be...” Her eyes widened when Samson cupped her left cheek and the thumb pad caressed her warm, wet lips. The scintillation shooting in his eyes silenced her questioning permanence.

Her eyes widened, and she fell to her knees before him, although it was clear that she was far older than he. "Beta," she began, rather meekly, "I am sorry for losing my temper in your presence. She said some..some disrespectful things and I couldn't...I couldn't take it. " Her voice shook with emotion, like she was about to break down into tears. To my surprise, he ran his fingers through her dreadlocks, soothing her tenderly, and she rubbed against his legs, seeking his comfort. It was almost a sweet scene, like the one between a mother wolf and a pup. It is okay, Desdemona. I will handle the proud princess myself. From now onwards, Princess Miatta is my responsibility.

"I am lonely most of the time. But now I have you. I won't be lonely anymore" She came closer to him placing both of her hands on his cheeks,stared into his eyes,he stared back. There seemed to be a change of atmosphere at that point. It became a romantic atmosphere. He gently placed his hands around her waist. She got closer,her face just an inch away from his and she gave him a kiss on his lips. It was so magical that he had to close his eyes. She continued kissing,this time she focused on the lower lip,then then upper lip and he picked up the pace from there. They kissed each other's lips so passionately until Jane let out a slight moan. He then went further to kiss her neck,while squeezi