Soft Romance Novels & Stories

“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

His voice was so beautiful that she couldn't help but feel a bit intoxicated, unable to resist falling head over heels. "Then, shouldn't I be rewarded more?" Darren leaned in, his warm palm lifting her chin. He usually seemed difficult to approach. Yet, in stark contrast to his aloof appearance, there was an innate warmth to him that radiated from his skin, leaving an inexplicable sense of warmth upon contact. Hannah couldn't help but shiver at his touch, her lips curving into a teasing smile as she said softly, "So, do you want to pick up where we left off?"

Or a volcano that had been asleep for a millennium had abruptly erupted. Spencer immediately took over the controls and pressed me onto the bed. His kisses were fierce, deep, and passionate. I could barely hold on. I felt as if I was about to shatter into a million pieces. "Kay," he moaned over and over again, not pausing to rest even once. Then at the final moment, his kisses turned gentle. "Bite down on me if it hurts." I closed my eyes and hummed softly in answer. My nails scratched across his back, and my teeth sank into his shoulder.

he whispered. I met his eyes just as he pushed in. The stretch made me gasp and cling to his shoulders, my body struggling to take him. “Easy,” he soothed, kissing my temple. “You’re doing so good. God, you feel better than I ever imagined.” He eased deeper, inch by inch, until he filled me completely. He stilled, giving me time, his forehead pressed to mine. I nodded faintly, telling him to move. He rocked his hips slowly, the burn giving way to heat that made me moan against his mouth. Our rhythm was awkward at first, but soon it caught, and the world fell away.

Isabelle approached them with a sugary smile of feigned innocence. The diamond on her ring finger caught the light dazzling. "Damien Cole? I didn't see that coming, sis. Though I suppose you always wanted what was mine," she taunted. Her insinuation stung, but Damien stepped in. "She's doing just fine," Damien interjected. The tension in the room grew thick. Then, with deliberate accuracy, Damien wrapped his arm around Sienna's waist and leaned in slightly. "You don't owe anyone an explanation," he whispered gently in her ear.

Small smile. And quietly said— “…come here.” Her chest immediately softened. No jokes. No teasing. Just— that. She stepped forward. And hugged him. This one felt different. Not hello. Not comfort. Not sadness. Just— holding somebody because you want to. His arms wrapped around her. And stayed. Longer than usual. She smiled against his shoulder. Then quietly said— “…you’re affectionate now.” His laugh came softly. “…don’t get used to it.”

Trembling, she placed her small hands flat on his massive, scarred shoulders, feeling the thick cords of muscle bunch beneath her palms. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips gently against his. The kiss was soft, hesitant, and sweet, but Dominic remained perfectly still, refusing to take over the movement. He let out a low, warning rumble in his chest, demanding more. Taking the silent cue, Rosalie shifted her weight slightly. Following an instinct she didn't even know she possessed, she slowly began to move her hips in a gentle, rolling motion against his lap. Dominic’s breath hitched sharply, his jaw locking as his hands gripped her waist so tightly her knuckles turned white.

“Yeah?” A faint smile appeared. The kind he only showed me. The kind nobody else ever saw. “I like this.” I swallowed. “So do I.” The honesty surprised both of us. Romano’s eyes softened. For once neither of us hid behind sarcasm. Neither of us joked. Neither of us ran. Slowly he leaned closer and I met him halfway. The kiss was gentle, slow, there was no need to rush or hurry. It was just us and it felt calm. It definitely did calm my nerves, I deepened the kiss as he lifted me, I was sitting on his lap while my hands were entangled in his hair and his hands rubbing all over my body. Neither of us wanted this moment to end then suddenly we heard a cough.

, She chuckled more but soon enough she felt her heart pump at a high speed when she saw him walking towards her . " Am ....am ...am so..", Trembling she began to talk herself inwardly but he was now near her . " What is it Rinna ? , Are you now afraid " , He whisper yelled when she noticed the fear in her eyes but even when she tried to be strong she this time failed to say anything and surprisingly it was not because that he was angry but all because he was near her . He was so near that she now smelled his sweet perfume , the body perfume which was now making her become weaker and to make it worse with the position they were in she realized that his chest was resting on one of her breast