Sweet Romance Books Novels & Stories

(Teen Romance) Beautiful Adeline: A Mafia Romance (Dark Romance) I Still Hate You (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) All For the Money (Erotic Romance) His Girlfriend's Brother (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) Marina (Mystery/Thriller)

I said and Kingston released a sad smile before pulling me into a hug We disengaged from the hug staring at each other when Kingston suddenly kissed me.His kiss was filled with passion . The kiss was long as we found it hard to break the kiss.Kingston lifted me up taking me to our room .He zipped my gown down.He laid me on the bed gently and he trailed kisses to my neck .I'm sure I will be left with hickeys.He removed my bra as he moved his lips to my breast and I moaned loudly "Kingston...Ahh...K-b"

That I could surrender myself to him and not be afraid of the consequences. The sky was aflame with color for a glorious instant, then only streams of sparkling smoke and twinkling stars remained. The booms still echoed through the night, a rolling thunder following the man-made lightning. I turned my head slowly, feeling Andrew's breath along my cheek. His lips were so close to mine that I could almost feel them. I wanted to taste those lips, red and open just centimeters from mine. He leaned in closer. His lips were soft against mine. I wanted to merge into him, to never leave this moment. He tasted sweet, like cocoa and sunshine. My heart thudded with happy excitement and I pressed in clo

But Arabella’s heart had already begun beating far too quickly. A breeze moved softly through the marketplace between them. Neither spoke for several moments. Then Edwin finally gestured toward the bookstore. “Do you enjoy reading?” “Yes.” “What sort of books?” Arabella hesitated. “Poetry mostly.” One dark brow lifted slightly. “Romantic poetry?” Her cheeks warmed instantly. “Sometimes.” Edwin looked dangerously amused again. “You continue to surprise me, Lady Arabella.” “And you continue mocking me.” “Only because you blush so beautifully.” The words escaped him so naturally that both of them froze afterward.

From the hotel and flight tickets to the restaurants–I'll be sure to book the most luxurious options available. With that, Luciano fell silent, happily fantasizing about the vacation that would never happen. In truth, if he had spared even a few more seconds to look at my phone screen, he would've realized that the booking record didn't include a ticket for him. "Amore, just wait for me, alright? Not only do I want you to have the perfect vacation, but I'll also throw you the grandest and most memorable wedding ever!" Squeezing me tightly, he pressed a searing kiss onto my neck.

Suddenly, she convulsed, a hot, frantic squirt hitting his face as she reached a massive climax. She didn't let him recover. She spun around and lowered herself onto him, guided his thick, rigid cock into her. She took him in one slow, soul-crushing movement that made Roman's vision go white. He felt himself slide into her, the tight, wet heat of her walls enveloping him completely. She began to ride him then, her movements fast and shallow. The sound of their bodies meeting was a wet, heavy thud that seemed to vibrate through the bookshelves. Roman's hands found her waist, his fingers bruising her skin as he anchored her to him.

Damon: Don't worry love you will never forget this night of our love. Sometimes sacrifice can be sweet. ________________________________________ Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple heart.

Only one way to find out… "James?" "Yes, sweetheart." Sweetheart. His sweetheart. "Bite me. I need to feel you. I want you." "Grace." A groan. "You tempt me. I shouldn’t. Tell me to stop, or I wouldn’t be able to stop myself." He hissed.

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“Why it feels like you want me close and gone at the same time.” I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. Because how do I explain that he’s right? That I’ve studied him like a puzzle I can’t solve, that every time I think I hate him, I find another crack in the armor that makes me hesitate? Instead, I glare. “You’re imagining things.” His gaze flicks down. Just for a second. To my mouth. The breath leaves me in a rush. Suddenly, he’s closer. Inches closer. Not touching, but his presence is overwhelming. He smells like expensive cologne mixed with something rawer, the faint salt of sweat, the copper tang of adrenaline. His voice drops to a whisper.