Novel & Cerita Short Romance

It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish. When he finally released me, we were both panting. "You love me," Francis said, locking eyes with me, each word deliberate as if willing it to be true. "You'll keep loving me. The drugs are irrelevant." I could not help but laugh. "Francis, who are you kidding?" Francis acted like he did not hear me. He just stood up and smoothed out his suit. "You're getting out tomorrow. Come stay at my place." "That's not my home," I said.

Inviting and urging him to ruin me, right there on the couch. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered. I didn’t. His mouth found mine—rougher than Cane’s ever was, tasting of scotch and pent-up everything. His hands roamed freely under my shirt, his calloused palms on my skin. I arched into him, “Hmm, yess.” I moaned straight into his ears as his fingers slipped beneath my shorts, finding me already wet. We didn’t make it to a bedroom. Right there on the couch, with Cane asleep two floors up, Zac pushed my shorts down, freed himself, and sank into me, slow—inch by thick inch—eyes locked on mine the whole time.

"Don't say that, I don't want to hear it anymore we are rich, you and me! There is no poor person among us." Without a word, he drew closer, gently placing a hand on my cheek, his touch both comforting and burning. Romain brought his lips to mine for a soft kiss, hesitant at first, but which quickly transformed into a flamboyant declaration of passion. His hands explored my arms, tracing imaginary curves that awakened a deep desire within me.

Romance hung in the air, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my back under my shirt, making me shiver. "You taste like strawberries," he murmured against my lips, nipping at my bottom one. I smiled, grinding down a little on his lap, feeling him harden beneath me. "And you taste like trouble," I whispered back, my hands in his messy hair, tugging gently. The romance built like a slow fire. He sat up a bit, wrapping his arms around me fully, kissing along my jaw, down my neck. Soft sucks that left tiny marks I knew I'd have to hide later.

He let his arms fall again, his eyes still on her. Every step was unhurried, but deliberate. His movements no longer pushed the world away— they moved toward it. He leaned toward her. Not suddenly. Not uncertainly. Just... naturally. Like it was the simplest thing in the world. And before Sloane could ask, before she could object— Lennox kissed her. Lightly. Softly. Not long. Not deep. Just a single, gentle kiss at the corner of her lips— like a quiet punctuation mark to say that the night they'd spent together... wasn't a mistake.

she whispered. He reached out hesitantly. “Can I?” he asked. She nodded. His arms wrapped around her like a shield. She buried her face in his chest, letting herself breathe for the first time in days. --- The day slipped away in a haze. They didn’t talk about contracts or pretense—just stayed close. Fingers brushed. Smiles softened. It wasn’t perfect. But it was real. By evening, Damien took her hand. “Come with me.” “Where?”

Allison mumbled in embarrassment. Romario's eyes gleamed with amusement as he gazed at Allison, her embarrassment evident in her flushed cheeks. He chuckled, his deep voice rumbling, "Ah, my pet wants clothes, huh?" He turned to his wardrobe, retrieving a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, for Allison put on. Romario's eyes sparkled with mischief as he pulled Allison close, their chests pressing together. His breath caressed her face, making her heart race. "Master..." she whispered, but Romario silenced her with a short, intense kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, leaving her breathless.

"Then, I'll help you to get rid of your boredom," Darren said, chuckling as he leaned down on Hannah. His astringent pine scent engulfed her in a whiff, sending her into a flurry of ethereal dreams. The car partition blocked the driver's view, and they seemed to be more aware of each other's presence in this narrow space. Their lips collided in a fiery embrace, setting the air around them ablaze with an unmistakable hint of sexual tension.

He thought since he is currently living with his aunt while his family is in another country. Rai looked at him. “You should have watched romantic movies and dramas, right?” he asked, guessing what Shane was thinking. Shane nodded. “I did.” He answered. “So, you should have seen that in most long-distance relationships, the bond between the lovers soured.” Rai spoke when he recalled some movies and dramas that he watched. “And oh, the novels.” He added. Shane fell silent. Indeed, it was true. “Why?” he asked. He is referring to why the relationship has soured. He never understood why the pair of lovers, even though they love each other, would fall apart or break up.

I prefer wearing cycling shorts to avoid any allurement hunger. Lexie approached me and then kissed me on the lips. I felt odd because she usually does it only on my cheeks. Perhaps it's just my hallucination. [Lexie POV] I was shocked and unknowingly kissed her on the lips, but she didn't react or anything, so I don't think she noticed. "Good morning!" I greeted her, smiling sparingly... acted cool.