Soft Romance Novels & Stories

I looked at him with a snort, I grabbed his cheek and pinched it so he moaned. "I knew it, you're going to do that to my cheek!" He said annoyed and rubbed his cheek. I burst out laughing and rolled over on his bed. "What about you, how are you?" I stopped at his question. "Tsk, you're still asking questions! It's boring too, can you believe we had a date at the library--" I didn't finish what I was going to say when he said something. "That's a good library, isn't it, I want to try it there but boys are so stagey, like girls, they prefer it in bed! By the way, what did you two do in there?"

“You really are interesting…” She could feel his smirk against her neck. Her stupidity and confidence had disappeared and she was melting at that moment. She could feel his body pressed against hers, she could smell his cologne and his shampoo... She could also tell that he wasn't as amused as he sounded. Yet she couldn't help but lower her guard slightly. It was most likely because of the way he played with her hair. How did he know she liked that?

The room was quiet, filled with predominantly dark tones accented by occasional hints of white. Its appearance might have seemed cold and uninviting, but the atmosphere carried a surprising warmth. The air was infused with the strong yet refreshing scent of a woody room spray, softened by a delicate hint of sweet floral notes.

Imprisoning my movements. He smelled a mixture of his signature aftershave, a manly perfume with a hint of mint and faint rum. I couldn't take it; he was doing something with my body and I didn't want it. I couldn’t possibly be wanting it. "What are you doing to me?" I whispered.

Cause I do. ”Let’s just go to your spot.” He said and I nodded. I noticed he was still holding my hands. His hand feels so soft and warm like a baby’s butt. It’s not like the usual rough and muscular hands.I felt sparks as his warm thumb circle my hand. He seem to be doing it absentmindedly but I’m definitely not stopping him. We both stepped out of the elevator hand in hand and made our way to his car. He opened the passenger door for me but I just stood there looking at him. He raised his eyebrows.

“It’s as if time slows down, and everything becomes so beautifully still.” Jonathan pressed a tender kiss to my temple, his voice soft and filled with affection. “Indeed, my love. These moment are best.” We sat in comfortable silence, surrounded by the soothing sounds of nature. The gentle rustling of leaves, the distant chirping of birds, and the rhythmic lapping of water against the shore created a soothing symphony. Lost in the beauty of the moment, I turned my head to gaze at Jonathan. His eyes sparkled with a mix of tenderness and admiration.

I said softly, “is my favorite version of you.” “Which one?” “The one that isn’t performing strength.” “I’m always strong,” he said. “I know,” I replied. “But you’re not always gentle.” His arms tightened slightly. “You bring that out.” “Good.” We watched the light climb the buildings in silence. Romance doesn’t always speak, sometimes it simply remains. After a while, he pressed a soft kiss just behind my ear. “There will be noise again today.” “I know.” “Pressure.” “I know.”

She's concentrating on the kiss. Slowly I close my eyes and hideaway my brown orbs beneath pale eyelids and dark eyelashes. Her lips are soft in this kiss, it stays slow and sweet. My hands gently move over to her hips, and it lays there, rubbing the exposed skin there. It's not sexual, but loving, comforting. I slide my hands up her slender waist and surrounds both breasts, slowly rubbing her nipples with the pads of my thumbs. Skye ~”Baby!” Damon ~”They can't see us.”

Heat flares in my core as his hand slides into my hair. His lips are warm and soft and the tingles they ignite across my lips send another wave of heat to my core. I gasp and Roman takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. I assumed he’d be rough when he kissed me, dominating and possessing me. It’s what I’d seen in his mind when he’d been with other women, but this kiss is gentle, like he’s drawing me to him. There’s a possessiveness to the kiss, no doubt, but he’s being careful with me.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier