Spanish Romance Books Novels & Stories

"I know." He reached up. His arm brushed against my shoulder as he stretched. He was so close I could feel the heat coming off him. He pulled down a book. Handed it to me. "Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair. It's in Spanish. But there's an English translation on the opposite page." I took the book. Our fingers touched. Electric. I pulled back fast. He noticed. "You're afraid of me," he said. It wasn't a question.

“I tried to protect you by pushing you away. But you won’t let me.” “Because I want all of you,” I gasped, cupping his face. “The control, the secrets, the danger. All of it.” Roman’s pace sped up again, turning wild. Sweat dripped from his body onto mine. He fucked me like he was scared to lose me, deep and possessive. I came a second time, harder, my whole body shaking as my pussy gushed around him. “Roman, fuck, I’m coming again.” He groaned loud and buried himself deep, cock pulsing as he filled me with hot cum. Rope after rope pumped into me until it leaked out around his shaft.

Liliana gave a splendid smile. She sat down in one of the high chairs across the counter from the teacher. "Boricuas love romance as much as we love to party. And we can smell the chemistry of two people a mile away." She shrugged and stood up. "I don't know what the story is between you, but there's candela, there's candela pura." Sofia laughed, felt her cheeks flush, and hated herself for it. What the cook said reminded her of some people back in Spain.

I asked, looking down at her. “Yes wait no. I mean no.” Elena answered, shaking her head rapidly looking back up for a few seconds then back down folding the clothes. “Alright then.” I said leaving the topic at that and started to pick up the books and place them in the box. She had a lot of books. Mostly books about romance and a few about dark romance.There were also a few school books about biology, astrophysics, chemistry, physics and engineering etcetera. “Miss Romano.” Elena called out.

Her profile picture flashed in my mind: a little white rabbit holding a carrot. Soft, innocent, harmless, just like her. A gaze that was always looking with wide, timid eyes, effortlessly stirring up anyone's instinct to protect her. That was exactly why I had softened back then and chosen to sponsor her. I guess Jeremy must have fallen for that facade, too. He used to complain that I reeked of money and was too strong-willed. Only then did I understand. What he wanted…was someone who would look up at him with nothing but devotion.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

I shot Pierce a glare across the table, but inside, I was smiling. He knew every little thing about me. Every desire and obsession. He always paid attention. I know his friends snored as he told them about me. But it's so cute of him. “What of Romance?” Don Juarez asked. I felt confident. “Yes, especially dark romance,” I admitted, feeling more calm. “I have a whole collection at home. The darker the better.” Don Nero let out a low chuckle. “See, Juaréz? Your sappy shit has infected the next generation.”He remarked.

I whispered to myself while looking at the ring that he himself put on me on our wedding day. We've only been together for two weeks but this is already happening to both of us. We don't get along anymore. “Romance him . . .” And my father’s voice still lingers in my mind. How can I do that if he’s this cold to me right now? How can I romance him if he despise me so much? “How fucked up my life is, really.” I shook my head while leaning on the backrest of my swivel chair.

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."