Slow Dance Romantic Novels & Stories

Lilia and Damion are enjoying it thoroughly, hyping each other up, jumping, mimicking each other, and laughing. After a few minutes, the DJ changes to a slower and more romantic beat. Damion holds out his hand, looking into her eyes. She takes it and he pulls her closer placing his hand on her bare back. Lilia’s breath is caught in her throat for a second. Then, they start moving to the rhythm of the song. Damion moves slowly and gracefully leading her in circles. “How many times have I told you that you look gorgeous tonight?” Damion whispers. “Once.”

I scrunched my nose up at him and he smiled softly beginning to stand back upright. "Don't wanna," he whispered softly right against my ears so he could be heard over the music. I sighed shyly letting my arms wrap around his neck as the music switched to a more romantic song. He pursed his lips together exposing his beautiful dimples and slowly I felt his strong hands crawling onto the skin of my waist letting my own lips curl into a smile. "Ah Sophie, Sophie," he sighed softly as he lifted me up settling my feet upon his feet. I hummed closing my eyes as 'slow dancing in the dark' started playing resting my forehead against his chest spinning in slow circles.

I murmur, handing Olivia a flute of champagne. “I know.” She sips delicately, her gaze locked on mine. “We need to give him more. Something worth believing that'll ruin his entire night.” I don’t even get the chance to come up with a plan. The lights dim, a string orchestra strikes up something lush and romantic, and couples begin drifting toward the dance floor. Perfect. “Now,” I say, setting my glass aside. I offer her my hand. “Dance with me.” The music is something elegant, something slow. I lead her into the soft golden glow at the center of the room.

The touch sent a spark racing up my spine. We moved together in sync as if our body was made for each other and this time the best of the music become slow making the dance romantic and each touch electrified.

she said once again with sincerity. ** ** The stage was set for a romantic dance, the floor was open to all. Hired dancers were the first to engage and slowly, other couples began to join. Valse à Deux; a gentle dance from the old world French charm, it was beautiful to watch. Jimmy looked like he was about to ask Anna but out of nowhere, Mr. Blackwood approached them. “Miss Ann, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?” he invited with a graceful bow as culture demands.

Chapter 22: A Dance in the Dark The music softened into something slower, older, the kind of song that wrapped itself around the room like silk. The lights dimmed just slightly, casting everything in a golden warmth, and the dance floor filled with swaying bodies lost in rhythm and reverence. Dominic turned to me, offering his hand. “Dance with me?”

As if we're in some sort of romantic movie, the upbeat music suddenly turned into a slow song, one more quite and calm than the last song. Karl doesn't give me an answer. Instead, he pulls me by my hand towards the center of the office to join the rest of the couples sharing a slow dance. Sliding on hand against my hip and the other holding my hand, Karl started to move me in a slow circle with the soft melody of the song. I couldn't resist to look up at my husband as he pulled me closer, flushing our bodies into one. He looked at me with such intensity that threatened to make my knees weak. Karl leaned in closer to my ear again, making me wonder how he does that when he's so damn taller th

I looked at him, my heart pounding in my chest. "May I have this dance?" He asked, my voice barely above a whisper. My smile widened, a tiny spark dancing in my eyes. "I thought you'd never ask." We stepped onto the dance floor, the music a slow, seductive pulse. He took my hand in his, my skin soft and warm against his calloused palm. As we swayed to the rhythm, the world around us faded away. It was just him and me, lost in the melody, the heat of our bodies radiating in the cool night air.

So he could do whatever he wanted with this woman. Like being electrocuted, Rena gracefully started it all, dancing like a ballet on a contest stage. Her long legs were also snaking around Romeo, who was still watching silently. Rena's hand grabbed Romeo's neck and said, "Dancing with me?" Not wanting to linger, Romeo immediately grabbed Rena's hips and danced like a pro. No music could be heard. They use imagination connected. They were synchronizing the rhythm of footsteps into such a great dance. "I'm happy when we meet under these circumstances." Romeo hugged Rena. They are changing their dance to be slower with small steps. Enjoy the serene atmosphere.

She shakes her head and the more I look at her, the more it hurts me of what I will be doing. "I want you to dance with me Miranda Rose." I held her hand and pulled her to where there was much of a bigger space. She obliged with sad eyes as I tell her, "I've been into slow dancing lately." I smile at her weakly. I place her arms around my neck and wrapped my arms around her waist as tight as I can. I held her body against mine and we swayed as I begin to hum the the same song we danced to a few nights ago. She was barefoot while I was on my socks as we were dancing on our living room. I watch her as she rest her head against my chest while I begin to sing the lyrics of Can’t Help Falling In