Silhouette Romance Novels Novels & Stories

His voice became husky from his restrain as he whispered, "Hannah …" There was a raging fire ignited within him from her actions. Yet, Hannah just responded to him with a captivating laugh. Her red lips were still pressed against his. There was a hint of playfulness in her eyes as she said, "What's wrong, Mr. Winchester?" Darren stared at her with a lustful gaze. "Still not satisfied?" Hannah's voice had softened slightly. The hoarseness of her voice made her sound even more seductive. Hannah was dressed in a figure-hugging satin dress that accentuated her graceful figure. She looked even more captivating under the sunlight.

Lena whispered against her ear, voice hoarse and filthy: “Again?” Sienna’s hips rolled forward on instinct. She nodded — eyes fluttering shut. “Yeah…” A shaky breath. “Again.” Lena flipped them in one smooth motion — pinning Sienna underneath her this time. She kissed her slow. Deep. Filthy. Then she slid her thigh between Sienna’s legs — pressing firm against her soaked pussy. “Ride me,” Lena murmured. “Use me.” Sienna didn’t hesitate. She started grinding — slow at first, then harder, faster.

God, he was every fantasy I’d ever had, carved to perfection. His lips hovered against my ear as his breath fanned hot over my skin. “How come I didn't know you were this damn sexy?” he murmured, his voice dark velvet. The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze.

Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten under the dimmed amber lights of the chandelier. “Oh yea,” Bellamy raised an eyebrow as he noticed where Thea’s eyes were lingering. “What’s it about?” “It’s a reverse harem novel,” Thea smirked at him. Bellamy shot her a crooked grin. “I see how it is, are you wanting to add more players to the bench?” Thea’s breathe caught in her throat as a faint blush crept across her face. Shifting onto her hands and knees, she crawled across the bed, in an almost feline manner, until she reached where Bellamy stood watching her.

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

Silas moved through the ridge‑line forest like a shadow, boots silent on the frosted pines. Dawn’s thinning light cast steel‑blue shadows across his face, each breath a plume of cold air and rage that burned hotter. He stopped at a ,ruined cairn,the place he and his wife had first met, and later bound by love. He knelt, fingertips tracing lichen‑crusted stones. The memory came sharp: her laughter, fierce and warm, the promise they’d made to protect their daughters—together.

Then she added, “What do you mean by bridge the gap?” I moved closer, she tensed. I gave a sly grin, and gave her a once over. I removed my cloak, “While I do enjoy the view, you do not strike me as an immodest witch.” She looked down at herself and a deep red rose to her cheeks as she tried to pull her dress to cover her breast. I was at her side, within mere moments wrapping my cloak around her, because of my broad shoulders, it fit her just snuggly. Honestly, I rather liked her in my cloak, as if she belonged to me. That thought sent more tension down below.

the movie echoed. “Your kisses feel like vocalnic eruptions on my lips” he whispered to her ears. “Your caresses feel like furrows burying in deeply until I'm shivering”. “Yesss Nate,” the girl in the movie moaned. “Fuck me harder,” she responded. Belle had always been a die hard romantic. And even though she never admits it, she was a lover girl. Just as she kept watching her movie whilst she enjoyed feeling the wind in her hair and face, she suddenly heard a loud, yet familiar voice screaming at her.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

He was not wearing his suit, but just nice black jeans and a black shirt with an adjacent jacket. Dangerously handsome! I whispered and immediately looked away. "Here to surprise me, aren't you?" A husky voice came from behind me, the damn voice that had a slight ascent to it. To be continued… Finally, many things happened? And a gripping start of their love story, stubborn hearts, insane love, and possessiveness altogether a RUTHLESS ROMANCE They have started analyzing their feelings but this stubbornness, I tell you. How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric?