Novel & Cerita Sweet Romance Books

"A... used one?" "A romantic mystery," you said, showing her the front. "It's from the seventies, and is about a female detective who gets involved with the man who hires her to investigate his wife's murder. I'm hoping it's got Castle vibes." She broke into a smile, taking the book from you and turning it over in her hands. Then she kissed you again, on her tiptoes. "Has anyone told you that you're the sweetest?" she asked. "Not today," you smiled.

"You're beautiful. And you don't even realize it, but you have the ability to attract others. With your simple smile. With the kindness you show. And even with your simple gaze. You can easily enter the hearts of others. And do you know that I fall for you every day because of that?" I immediately felt the warmth in my cheeks because of what he said to me. Aside from that, I also felt the gentle fluttering in my chest and a soft caress on my heart. I didn't know I could still feel giddy amidst his jealousy and our arguments. Because of that, I couldn't speak anymore. Until he gently reached for my hand and tenderly held it. My heart pounded harder when he lightly kissed the back of my hand.

Jayden muttered as he licked the tip of Lea's left nipple. Slowly but surely, Jayden's kisses descended to the center of Lea's fully naked body. Jayden drowned himself in the warmth of heavenly satin, diving as deep as he could into the sweet and soft scent at the center of Lea's body, while the owner of heaven groaned incessantly as she felt immense pleasure hit her time and time again. "Baby, you are so fragrant and soft, warm and sweet," Jayden muttered. His hands couldn't stay still, touching, rubbing, and stroking all parts of Lea's body.

His eyes darkened, finally meeting hers, the teasing dominance she remembered flickering to life. Lena moved closer, her body brushing his, the scent of her perfume mingling with his cologne. She leaned in, her lips hovering near his ear and traced the shell of his earlobe with the tip of her tongue, slow, wet, teasing. Then she pressed her mouth to his neck, kissing the pulse point there, sucking lightly as her hand continued to palm his now fully erect cock.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

"I don't believe we are enemies. Do enemies kiss like this? Do they want each other the way we do? And I don't want to stop here, not now, Ryder. I want to go all the way to the end." His heart leaped inside of him - in a funny-saddened way. He was supposed to be punished by her people but here he was, pushed to the edge of the bed and being succumbed to the affections of a pretty woman. He as well would love to see the end of this exciting passion that they both shared. But it was dangerous, tantalizing but dangerous. He leaned forward, pulling her head down to meet his wanting mouth. She tasted like lemon grass mixed with vanilla - a taste of their passion. But he wanted more.

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

He kissed my lips feverishly, and my breathing hitched, as if he was sucking my soul away. Where was… “Mmm,” a moan escaped my lips and was buried in his. He pulled back, lifted me with his strong arms to the bed and placed me gently on it, but before I could get a sense of control, his lips on me again, kissing everywhere, taking away my ability to think and leaving pleasure in it's wake. The night was a blur of pleasure and romance. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, warming my skin in a golden haze. I stretched, squinting, trying to adjust to the harsh light.

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 breasts . Author's note To be continued ............