Novel & Cerita Soft Romance

It’s him always and forever. “You believe in the word ‘forever’ ?” I asked, giving Ashton a questioning look. He just shrugs and smiled, ruffling my hair to which I groaned and he laughs. It’s his thing to tease me and ruffle my hair everyday. Not a day has he not tease me. I may show it that I don’t like it but, deep inside I love it. It’s like his way for showing his love. Ashton has only said he likes me and said he loves me probably for three times only. He shows it more than he say it.

“The title was Taming Sunrise. The story is about twins whose bond was tested when a man named Caleb entered the picture. Dawn, the heroine was a man-hater while Caleb was a girl magnet. These two who has an opposite personality has to cease fire to help the other twin – Dusk with her role. This book is filled with humor, romance and… spicy scenes so I do not recommend it to our young readers.” “I think I have a new book to hunt.” She chuckled. “Now, you mentioned the High School Love Affair earlier which was released last month, it was astonishing to see the progress of your book. It was immediately labeled as sold out in bookstores and was announced as bestseller worldwide. What do you fee

His hand moves down to hold my waist into his warm hand and his head moved to plant soft kisses down my throat. I close my eyes at the sensation before his warm breath was back hitting my warm face, my eyes almost turning into a black color. "So fucking delicious" I gasped again when I feel something hard poking my cloth wet area. He planted soft kisses on my cheeks nose eyes before moving them again to my lips. This time he kiss me slowly as if he was afraid that he might hurt me or as if I was something fragile, easy to break off. He places his forehead against mine and closes his eyes, he let out a sigh before slowly rubbing our noses together,

and the wolf is happy with Romus' death. But when Burdak came, he even brought Sofia to her knees, Rhodia is also attracted to the big man... the nightmare is gone to see Romus' dismembered body, replaced by a hot dream of making love with a dashing man named Burdak. Her struggles to get Burdak to marry her…and everything that happened, plus all her hot activities with him…always made her smile to herself. When the man touched her, it always made her fly into the sky and feel a pleasure that she has never felt before, even though there is one thing she felt lacking…Burdak has never kissed her. Their love always started from Burdak touching some of her vital areas, and straight to the core ac

He kissed me tenderly, running lights touches down my body. “Is this Alex Smith doing soft and romantic?” Parting my legs, his lips made a path down my stomach. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.” It was slow and soft, and beautiful. “I’m so in love with you,” he whispered, plunging deep. Our bodies slowly rocked against one another. His large shoulders blocked the dim light as he held his frame above me. I pressed the back of my head into the pillow, gasping and lifting my hips. Leaning up, I kissed him slow, his tongue moving against mine before he softly sucked on my bottom lip.

Luna had a beautiful smile on her face and I could tell she was doing the right thing until the worst dealers wanted to be loved and have someone to love and it was my time. - I don't know. You should have a straight order, you know. - She says all sly. I had to laugh at my girl. If she wants a request here she goes. - Luna Harrison, do you agree to date a super hot guy who will give you a lot of pleasure outside that your life will never be boring and you can still abuse my body whenever you want? Luna grimaced and rolled her eyes. - Wow, where's the romantic Liam? In a quick movement I threw her on the bed getting on top of her and held her arms on top of her head.

“She’d like this. The quiet. The life.” Rocco’s hand cupped my jaw thumb tracing my lip. “We all are.” They kissed me in turns slow, lingering Dante deep and reassuring, Rocco softer, almost tender. Hands roamed gentle: Dante’s fingers threading through my hair, Rocco’s palm flat against my chest, feeling heartbeat steady. No stripping. No claiming. Just touch bodies shifting closer, breaths mingling, warmth shared against the cooling night. Pleasure rose hushed rolling warmth from simple contact: hips aligning, legs tangling, hands exploring through fabric. Release came quiet trembling shudders, soft gasps swallowed in kisses holding each other through the afterglow.

Our silence feels comfortable and natural. I brew a pot of herbal tea later. The kettle whistles sharply. The soothing warmth of the steam fills the room. We sip from our mugs. His leg presses against mine. The closeness brings a quiet joy that settles deep in my chest. We laugh over a silly video he shows me. The sound bounces around the space and lightens everything. I lean into him fully. His arm tightens around me. The romance deepens with every small gesture. The recent controversy fades into a distant shadow.

There was a quiet strength in him, a grounding presence that always made me feel safe and cherished. The moonlight painted silver patterns across the room, casting a soft glow on our intertwined bodies. The silence was filled with the gentle rhythm of our breathing, the soft rustle of the sheets, the quiet sighs of pleasure that escaped our lips. Our lovemaking was a quiet symphony of gentle touches and soft whispers, a testament to the deep, steady affection that bound us together. It wasn't the fiery intensity I shared with Ranon, nor the sharp, intellectual connection with Theron. This was a quiet, profound intimacy, a merging of souls in the stillness of the night.

It felt good. After dinner, we moved to the couch. Roman pulled me into his lap, but it wasn’t sexual. He just held me, one hand stroking my back while the other played with my curls. We watched a silly rom-com on his massive TV, commenting on how unrealistic it was, laughing at the cheesy lines. At one point, I turned in his lap to face him, straddling his thighs. I kissed him softly — not demanding, just affectionate. He kissed me back the same way, hands resting respectfully on my waist, never pushing for more.