Romantic In Your Arms Quotes Novels & Stories

The kiss fierce and punishing— that's how I can put it. I tried to push him away, reminding myself not to give in as this clearly meant nothing to him, but I couldn't even lift a hand. Instead, I found myself melting into his warmth and embrace, my anger slowly fading away.

he asked, keeping a smile on his face as we walked side by side, "I'd never let anything bad happen to your arms." I shrugged, "Well, I guess that's good to know. But what if something totally crazy happened and I woke up without any arms one day?" He chuckled, "That's completely crazy, but if it did happen, I'd still love you just the same." I nudged him, "Right, okay, but hypothetically speaking, if I suddenly had to go armless, would you still feel the same way?" He stopped walking and faced me, "Of course, I would. I'd still love you no matter what. Arms or no arms, you'll always be my one and only."

"I have dreamt of the ways you held me in your arms, and how beautiful it always felt to lie down beside you, wrapped up by your love, and warm embrace. Irfan smiled, running his hands all over her cheekbones, and how exquisite it feels, to feel your body in mine once again." Her sweet words tortured him. He cradled her in his arms again, he intended to give her so much pleasure that will last tonight, that she'd be able to forget the misery he caused her.... It was such a long and promising night, filled with love and ecstasy, in the arms of her beloved...

Mabel replied. Arms smiled, "I will wait in my car for you. We need to celebrate your first victory today and I know just the place." "That sounds nice," Mabel replied before going out of the car and hurrying to her class. As he stared at her through his window Arms sighed, "how I wish you will look at me even once, Mabel. If you had for me, even a fraction of the love you feel for Kelvin, I will be content."

The warmth of Roman's lips lingered on mine as he finally decided to leave. His fingers traced the curve of my cheek, his touch so gentle it almost felt like a whisper against my skin. I watched him, my heart swelling with a mixture of love and that inexplicable fear that I couldn't quite shake. Everything else had faded into nothingness yet at the same time so much was at stake. "I've become more romantic these days, haven't I?" he said, a playful glint dancing in his blue eyes. The morning sunlight cascaded through our living room windows, casting a soft golden hue across his chiseled features.

Armani My heart hammers against my ribs like a wild thing seeking freedom. I've never felt such pure, uncomplicated joy—not when I acquired my first company, not when I inherited my title, not even when Rena agreed to carry my child. This moment transcends everything. "Are you absolutely certain?" I drop to one knee beside the bench where Rena sits, the courtyard's flowering shrubs creating a natural frame around her. I take her hand and press it to my lips, feeling the softness of her skin against mine. "I promise to cherish every—"

"I just learned. From now on I will improve myself. I'm sorry for being too stiff… and annoying for you.” "Yes. Change, I'm waiting for you." Jazzy replied kissing the rose Marco gave her. Jazzy looked around the room. On the bed, not only red roses that adorn the entire mattress. But there are some verses and romantic quotes on colored and fragrant paper which are scattered on the mattress. Jazzy looked at them one by one. "Life is a flower, while love is honey." Said one of the papers scattered on the bed. "My love is as sweet as a rose."

Despite my anger, his touch and kind words had a calming effect on me. The music was so light and breathy that I felt like I was floating in the air. He wrapped his arm around my waist and softly nuzzled my neck, "I know how you feel, I know I should have made things clear to you before only but trust me it's you, it's always been you and it will always be you, Amore. Nicolas Arnold can't even think about a woman who's not you. You're the only one for whom his heart beats."

I stammered, unsure of how to respond. Ryan smiled, a look of gentle affection in his eyes. "It's romantic," he finished for me, his smile widening. "I know it's cheesy, but I want to do this for you, Isabella. I want to be here for you, even when you're asleep." His words made emotions wash over me in a rush. I felt a lump in my throat, my eyes prickling with tears. "Ryan," I whispered. "That's the sweetest, most ridiculous thing anyone has ever said to me." An that was the truth, no sugar coating of words.

Romain reacted immediately, his eyes lighting up with a gleam he reserved only for me. "I love you too," he replied, his voice husky and vibrating with emotion. The echo of our confessions mingled with our bodies, with our souls beating in harmony. We desired each other like souls lost in the vast ocean of life, finding refuge in one another. Romain took me in his arms, his warmth enveloping me, and I closed my eyes, letting myself be carried away by this momentum. Each gesture became an exploration, caresses tracing promises of devotion and passion.