Summer Romance Novels & Stories

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

the movie echoed. “Your kisses feel like vocalnic eruptions on my lips” he whispered to her ears. “Your caresses feel like furrows burying in deeply until I'm shivering”. “Yesss Nate,” the girl in the movie moaned. “Fuck me harder,” she responded. Belle had always been a die hard romantic. And even though she never admits it, she was a lover girl. Just as she kept watching her movie whilst she enjoyed feeling the wind in her hair and face, she suddenly heard a loud, yet familiar voice screaming at her.

Cassian and Emeraude strolled through the narrow streets of Paris, their hands intertwined and their hearts filled with love and admiration. The summer sun painted the city in golden hues, reflecting off the ancient facades of buildings and the calm waters of the Seine. Paris seemed to have been created especially for them in that moment, a perfect backdrop for their honeymoon.

gays? I might be making things up, but I wouldn't deny it if they came out holding hands or kissing one another. Summer is breathing softly, her body sweaty when I walked into the room. I start taking off her clothes as she's feeling heat. "Let me just open the windows," I murmur. "Sure, I'm feeling heat. It's too much in here," she says. I don't climb on the bed, only watch her snore softly again, each sound a melody to my ear.

While the servants were thinking of a solution, a young lady walked in with a bright smile. "Passing through, let me in. Amira, it's me, Summer. Guess what happened? The biggest wedding in town became the biggest embarrassment in town." Summer the young lady who had walked in remarked. Summer was a young 22-year-old girl, her long black hair was tied into a messy bun and she wore sweatpants and a black windbreaker. It was evident, she was coming from her race track. Summer is a racer and not only races with cars but also with bikes and others. "Come on Amira, are you going to keep me waiting? You know how much I hate waiting." Summer remarked hitting the door again.

Élliot asked, pointing at Moreau. " I'm in.." he said in a low voice, " Great, we'll move tonight, '' Delphine announced. They are going to raid Romanesque unannounced. .. .. .. The light of the moon shone in the town of Romanesque, it was like every other night, everyone had retired to their beds. Lamps were lit around, in one of the houses, two girls, one at the age of sixteen, the other eleven, were seen petting their new found toy, which they received from their mother as a gift.

Summer Love. I didn't think the summer part mattered. Sure we did fall in love during the summer. That doesn't mean I didn't expect it to last past that. It didn't matter to me that he was Nathan Kalis's school-bad boy. To me, he was just Nathan. The man couldn't go more than ten minutes before demanding a kiss. Who always wanted me to cuddle into him. And who loved listening to me read my books out loud.

She was handed straight back to him, and the door slammed shut, his arms tightening as the car set off. Juliette said nothing, there was nothing to say, she had run again and he had caught her again as he had told her he would, with a soft resigned sigh she tucked her head under his chin and closed her eyes. He felt so safe and warm, her headache subsided and the pain in her hip and back eased as his big hands stroked rhythmically up and down. He was like a drug she could not live without and it was not long before her breathing deepened as she fell asleep making him smile. She could fight it all she wanted but her body did not lie if she hated him as much as she said she did there was no wa

“Cut the bullshit. We both know you’re not capable of falling in love. That’s like asking you to climb Everest without oxygen.” Before I can respond, a bright pink G-Wagon rolls up the driveway and stops right in front of us. The door swings open. Summer steps out in a tiny leather skirt and a leopard-print top that barely contains her tits. Her long blonde hair flows down her back as she pulls off her sunglasses. “Babeee!” She squeals, rushing straight at me. She leaps into my arms, wrapping herself around me like a damn vine. “I’ve missed you soooo much!”

he went on, his eyes watering, like the gentle, light subtleties of a summer haze seemed to veil his eyesight. I reached out, my hand brushing against his, as soft and silken as a summer breeze on a hot, stifling night. "Breathe easily, my love," I said, my voice soft and calming, like the gentle, lapping waves of a summer sea. "Breathe in," I ordered him, my voice low and sexy, like the soft, silken rustle of a summer wind through the leaves.