Slow Dance Romantic Novels & Stories

She looks up at me with soft eyes, both her hands wrapped around my neck with my forehead placed gently on hers whilst I hold her waist on both sides. My deep voice begins humming to Ti Amo by Umberto Tozzi as we move slowly to the rhythm. In steps untamed, we take the floor, swaying and pulsing with rhythms raw. A dance that's wild with a pace learned from hearts of old. This is new to us but we still dance. With gleeful eyes, without a care, messy, still, we dance. With silence echoing in the air, we twirl, spin and wrap ourselves in the thread of the other's breath.

Confirming the prior action, Luke nods. “Por pabor… the music would now turn in mellow,” he speaks up then the audiences goes out from the dance floor when the music is now turning soft and sweet. A classic 80’s love song is playing. Some are couples are on the dance floor—embracing each other to the beat. Luke is blushing when looking at the face of Dylan. “Baila mi amigo.” He taps the shoulder of Luke then he stands up clearing his throat. Dylan is dumbfounded when seeing his grey eyes gazing so sweetly.

"I'm the lucky one, Portia. Every day with you feels like a beautiful dream I never want to wake up from." A tender smile touched Portia's lips, but before she could reply, the soft ambient music in the background shifted to a slow, romantic melody. Portia stood up, extending her hand with an elegant, old-world grace. "Dance with me, Antonia." Without hesitation, Antonia placed her hand in Portia's. They moved into the open space between the rows of flowers, under the canopy of glass and stars. Portia wrapped one arm securely around Antonia’s waist, pulling her flush against her chest, while Antonia rested her head against Portia’s shoulder. They swayed slowly to the rhythm, completely lost

He lightly chuckled at the sound of my words, keeping that smile plastered over his face as he took notice of the song playing in the background. "Wanna dance?" I expressed a shy smile as I also noticed that it was actually a slow and romantic tune, letting him take me by the hand and guide me closer to the area where other people were dancing. And with gentle and careful moves he wrapped one arm around my waist whilst the other delicately held my wrist, encasing my hand in his as he stepped closer and slowly placed it over his left pectoral. Gazing into his molten chocolate eyes, we slowly started to move in sync as the song played in the background at an acceptable volume level, falling in

It is the exact type of music suitable for the occasion of a date between lovebirds. Xavier is hesitant. Not giving him a chance to say no, I drag him away from his seat to the middle of the diner where I spin and dance with him till soft laughter begins to erupt from him. "You aren't a bad dancer, surprisingly", I wink at him, his hands wrapping my waist firmly as he hovers over me. Smiling without a word, we continue to dance until the music changes to a slower one, tempting us to take slow dancing steps together, our faces inches away from each other.

(Music....) Lucy positioned herself well as the music began and swayed her body to the rhythm of the song. It was a rumba dance, which is often known as the dance of love She danced very slowly, but in a very sensual manner. She seemed to be trying to seduce Alex or something The dance was in deed very flirtatious, and within the next few minutes, Alex found himself stepping closer to her. He took off his suit and sat on the bed as he stared at Lucy with lustful yet curious eyes

- Lauren whispered against her ear, feeling Karila's hands tighten on her shoulders. “And we dance like that, clinging close, leading our partners, feeling their sweat and nervous flutters, gripping securely so they don't fall, feeling the slowness of a daring movement that awakens a few butterflies in your stomach, it's like making love. without being naked, it vibrates in the skin, and in the breath... and so it goes... flowing... - Lauren whispered slowly and so low that Karila only allowed herself to be carried away by the movements of the historian's waist that led her to a slow dance, pressing her fingers into the curve of her ass, closing her eyes feeling Karila's delicate body moving

I want to know your name. “Yesterday I ran into a drunk girl,” he says, laughing, approaching carefully, “she told me that dancing with me must be amazing. Right then I knew that would be your gift. A slow dance, do you accept?” He offers me a hand, I reject it, because I wouldn't want to dance like this. I notice that her face is saddened, I rush to put my arms around her neck. "What is the name of the song?" “Selfless.” She smiles at me, holding my waist in her arms.

He slowly lifted my hand, his soft lips brushing against it, sending a shiver down my spine. “May I have this dance with you?” He asked, his deep, husky voice, making a blush bloom on my face. He carefully led me onto the dance floor, our body swaying with perfect rhythm, to a slow melodic tune. He drew me close, spinning me around in a smooth flow. Uncontrolled feelings surged through me, my heart beating just for him. The world faded, leaving us lost in the music. “Happy birthday, sweetie,” he whispered in my ear. I rested my head against his chest, inhaling the sweet scent of peppermint and expensive cologne.

he reassured me, his voice filled with sincerity. Suddenly, a romantic melody filled the air, enveloping the restaurant in an ethereal ambiance. Soft notes caressed our senses, weaving a tapestry of emotions that seemed to resonate with the beating of our hearts. As the music played, Dante cleared his throat, his eyes locking with mine, and he gently extended his hand. "Lyza, may I have this dance?" he asked, his voice a tender invitation that stirred something deep within me.