The Adventurer Pure Romance Novels & Stories

Slowly, he lowered the zipper, his fingers grazing over her hips as he slid the denim down her legs. Penelope stepped out of the jeans, standing before Liam in just her panties. Liam's gaze traveled up her body, taking in every inch of her as he reached around to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Finally, Liam hooked his fingers into the waistband of Penelope's panties, pulling them down her legs and tossing them aside. Penelope stood before him, completely naked and vulnerable. Liam couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence as he gazed upon her, his desire for her growing stronger with each passing moment.

PROLOGUE * "You don't seem to understand. I want you with an obsession that borders on absolute madness. The more you resist me, the harder I chase you." "You will never have me." She said and he chuckled darkly. "The thing is, I already do. There's a thin line between enemies and lovers. You. Are. Mine." ~ ADAIRA ~ Is it possible to die of excitement? Or maybe just pass out because you’re so happy you don’t know what else to do?

“Then there you go. After dinner, reading time. You two, a couple of books, some wine, and peace. That’s your perfect date right there.” Dominic smiled slightly. “Simple but meaningful. It’s very her — and surprisingly very you.” I felt something warm stir in my chest at that. It did sound right. No grand gestures, no crowded restaurants — just the two of us under the stars, dinner and soft laughter, followed by quiet reading and conversation. “She’d love that,” I said after a moment. “Then it’s settled,” Adrian said, standing up and brushing invisible dust off his jacket. “Operation Romantic Genius is officially a go.”

Elara asked. Adrian drew her closer. “Then we build something that does.” She rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. For the first time in a long while, she allowed herself to imagine tomorrow without dread. Romance, she realized, was not about escape. It was about choosing to stay. And as the night wrapped around them, Elara knew that whatever came next, this was real. Not perfect, not safe. But real.

He utters, grinding his jaws a little, his hand lifting from my thigh, leaving behind a gust of coldness there. "Well, I didn't read it like that." "Well, that's what it meant." He counters, not ready to cave. "Romeo," I practically whine, bringing my face closer to his, purposely brushing my lips against his in a tease. His eyes clench before he opens them again. "Come on, Addie," his breath comes out a little heavy and his eyes darken with lust, "Don't manipulate me now." "It's just for a year, Romeo," I bargain, "I just need to save up a capital."

This is actually the kind of thing she believes so badly, whatever the situation might be, just banging and constantly hitting might make it accurate to be that normal that even blinking might just be settling for the less and more. "I just want some slow burn romance with you, Rachel, to make love to you until you scream every letter of my name," Adrian blurted out firmly, it might be so good feeling every part of the lady's body, he wants to make this a remarkable process, it might be demanding, and everything a man wants and more.

“By the looks of those two, they’ve been here before. Now, I’m feeling outdone and cheated!” Marianne laughed “So the gentle Lt. Carl Anderson can moan too, how cute,” she thought. “Try checking that room?” she pointed to the slightly open room. Carl walks over there, and is followed by Marianne. “Oh wow! It’s like I was transported in the roman times.” Marianne grins looking at Carl’s reaction. It was similar to her reaction before. “It also has a balcony behind those curtains. Oh and the rooftop opens.” Carl is in awe seeing the roman style bathroom. “Such a private luxury! I doubt Francois had ever used this bath or is this like a mini swimming pool? He probably only takes the shower,” co

'I need to teach this boy what's cheap, and what's normal' I thought while I massaged my temple. "Come on Hunty," said Mel while pulling my hand. We ran across the room, dodging every person there. I just looked around seeing either slutty costumes from the girls, or drunk guys basically grinding up with the slutty drunk girls. Have they no shame? I suddenly bumped into someone and when I was about to fall, he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer. When I lifted my head to see the person that had saved me, it was the handsome devil himself, Adrien Rider. He had that sexy smirk plastered on his face and his green emerald eyes looked at mines. I could feel the blush crafting on my face, as wel

My gown was nothing but a crumpled emerald ruin bunched around my waist, diamonds still sparkling at my ears and throat like they hadn’t witnessed the complete undoing of their wearer. Noah slid out from between my thighs next, cock still glistening, semi hard and flushed dark. He pressed a slow, filthy kiss to my mouth, tasting the remnants of Steve on my tongue, then pulled back with a soft groan. “Jesus, Darcie,” he murmured, voice wrecked.

It was cheesy and stupid, but she’d never felt as safe as she did in his arms. “I have, a few times. It’s gorgeous, and their wine is amazing. You’d never think somewhere in nowhere Missouri they’d have wine like that, but you’d be surprised.” Jeremy was looking around, wrinkling his nose at a beat-up pickup outside the hardware store. “Sounds positively adorable. Who was that guy you were with when I came into the restaurant?” His tone sounded vaguely interested, but she could hear jealousy lacing his voice regardless. “That was Adam Danvers. He owns and runs River’s Bend—the vineyard.”