Taste Of Romance Novels & Stories

"I didn't imagine danger could get you this wet, devochka." Roman set the gun aside on the floor, within arm’s reach, and lowered his head. There was no foreplay. He sank his tongue directly into my vagina, licking with possessive force, savoring my arousal greedily. His rough tongue slid between my folds, opening me, prepping me, while his large hands gripped my thighs to keep me open. I arched my back, lost in the sensation of his expert mouth devouring me. But he didn't want to just taste, he wanted to mark and possess. He rose abruptly to his knees, looming between my open legs, an immense tower of darkness and power. I heard the sound of his belt and zipper. When he freed himself, my ey

She could taste their shared breath, feel the thud of their combined heartbeat as they fumbled to get even closer to each other. His tongue pressed between parted lips in ticklish kitten licks. Her lips were still sweet with the mango juice she had been sipping. Roman like the taste so he tried to let his tongue explore her mouth. Her lips were soft, almost silken, and pillowy against his own. Roman could feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath his nose, fingers carding through her hair as they both breathed each other in.

"I want... to be owned by you... as I have owned you. I want to feel the poison... of your skin... until there is nothing left of the Moretti name. Just... us." He grabbed her waist, his fingers bruising her skin, his strength a flickering, dying candle that refused to go out. He pulled her down, his mouth crashing against hers. The kiss tasted of salt, fever, and a desperate, terminal hunger. This was the "Explicit Erotic Romance" at its most visceral—a union occurring at the edge of the abyss.

I expect his lips to be as hard as they are whenever he sets them in a hard line but Roman’s lips are soft. Roman captures my mouth and the taste of him has me falling slack in his arms. Roman kisses me in a way that makes me feel cherished. He starts slow and I let him lead. Roman kisses my lips and makes a sound that has me reeling from want. He nips and he bites and I moan like a woman out of her senses. Roman tastes like fresh coffee and mint. His lips give me the feeling of devouring candy and I chase that taste. My body heats up and soon I'm kissing Roman back.

Romano moans and grips my shoulders tighter. After about two minutes of doing this Romano finally gets impatient. He thrusts his hips up, trying to get even closer to completion. I don't hesitate to follow suit, moving my lips and tongue faster as I continue to tease him. I moan softly as I move my body up and down in a slow rhythm. My movements become more urgent as Romano moves harder against my mouth, thrusting faster and deeper than ever. I continue to tease at his great package until I'm sure that he's close enough for me to taste. I take a small piece of his great package and place it on my tongue. It tastes sweet; just like the first time I tasted it.

I pushed lightly against him, but he didn’t budge—not even an inch. “M-Mr. Hale… don’t do this.” I doubted he even heard me. “I’ve been wondering,” he murmured, “what flavor is on your lips now, Leah.” My brows knit. “Flavor?” “Yes. When I kissed you earlier, you tasted sweet—like strawberries.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, darkening. “I’m wondering if it’s still the same.” Without realizing it, I wet my lips. “I… I’m not sure.”

He turns back to me, taking the glass from my hand, filling it and taking a drink. Another drink arrived, and he handed it to me. "Try that one…" He challenged me. I grinned at him and downed the contents of the glass he handed me. My tongue suddenly tingled from the taste. I heard him chuckle and held something out to me. "Here.." He rubbed a small piece of lemon on my lips, and I sucked his thumb, staring at him. Was it just the alcohol that made me do that? Or was I physically attracted to him? For a moment, everything around us stopped. Even the loud music seemed to fade away, the smoke and dim lights blurring in my vision. Then suddenly, he slowly kissed me.

Hannah and Darren settled down at a spot that the Winchesters had purchased privately, with few people around, and only lanterns illuminating the beach. Listening to the sound of the waves together in the darkness was a different kind of romance. Darren stood in front of the barbecue grill, grilling meat, and handed a skewer to Hannah. "Delicious," Hannah commented, biting into a piece of grilled meat, the juicy flavors exploding in her mouth, and the taste of the barbecue seasoning lingering on her taste buds. With a smile, she brought the skewer to Darren's lips, cheerfully saying, "Try it." Darren didn't refuse, naturally taking a bite of the skewer she handed him. After savoring it for a

"My kind?" She bit her lip and that seemed to amuse him. "I know since I am married to you, I have become part of the said kind." His eyes danced with laughter. "What do our kind do?" She looked around. "This. Come here solely to be a part of the restaurant's beauty. I mean, the food can not even satisfy a child." "You don't like this place?"

The sharp and attractive square jawline moved slightly, he answered the other's question: "Old Fashioned" The bartender responded with a nod and then started his bartender, leaving him to wait by slamming the phone furiously. The wine glass was pushed in front of him, taking a sip. Bitter taste of Angostura Bitter is light of orange peel, a little sweetness of cane sugar is full of sweetness of Bourbon Whiskey. Those were the things he tasted, like the memories with the lover that became old a few minutes ago came back. The sweet taste like when she said she loved him with sweet words, the bitter taste when she said she loved him, but the feelings were slowly being shared with others. It all