Romans & histoires The Warmest Romance Novel Read Online

Nathan’s hand moved from my hip and slid up my side, his palm hot even through the thin fabric of my shirt. I could feel the heat of his skin burning into me and it made me realize something that sent a spike of panic through my lust-hazed brain. He was getting warmer, his whole body was heating up just like it had right before he collapsed in the kitchen. His skin was almost too hot to touch and I could feel him starting to tremble. “Nathan,” I tried to say against his mouth, but he swallowed my words with another deep kiss. His hand kept moving upward, sliding along my ribcage, and then suddenly his palm was cupping my breast.

Katherine settled against the headboard, her back resting against the cool wood and picked up the novel she had left open on the nightstand, a romance novel that had been waiting patiently for her attention. The pages were soft under her fingertips. She began to read, the story weaving its spell around her, the outside world fading as she became immersed in the tale of two lovers navigating the complexities of trust and desire.

“Snowed in with your secret lover, getting your cunt destroyed while the world is locked outside.” Evelyn pushed back against him, moaning shamelessly. “Yes… I’m your slut. Fuck me harder.” He railed her for what felt like hours, switching positions constantly. He took her on the couch, her riding him reverse cowgirl while the fire warmed their bodies. He bent her over the kitchen counter and fucked her standing up, her breasts pressed against the cold marble. He carried her to the large window overlooking the snow-covered mountains and fucked her against the glass, her nipples hardening against the freezing surface while he pounded her from behind.

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

His smile was warm, but it only made the ache in my chest grow stronger. I smiled back, but deep down I was upset. I really wished he’d had just left. Anyways, I went ahead to sit beside Cole, who had already taken a spot beside him. The cushions were soft, almost too soft, and they seemed to swallow me whole as I sank into them. My eyes picked out the title of the book that he was reading. It was “Bound by Hatred.” This was one of my favorite dark romance novels I read as a teen. The sight of it brought back a flood of memories, bittersweet and poignant.

hot, demanding, tasting like coffee and mint. His hands would slide roughly under my dress, fingers digging into my thighs as he ground his hard cock against me. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, hear his low, desperate groans every time he thrust deep inside me, filling me completely. My legs would shake around his waist while he fucked me hard and fast, sweat slick on our skin, my nails digging into his back as I cried out his name. Those nights left me sore, satisfied, and completely fucking his. Now we barely even touched each other except for quick kisses when we passed each other in the morning. Sometimes, he would text “I miss you” late at night from different countries

What differentiates us is that I was not born or turned, I'm good with sunlight and I could stay long without thirst for blood. I love getting involved with human businesses because they at least changed my boring life. A human even led me to meet the most exciting thing ever in my life, and that thing is.... Romance novels. I accidentally got it from a boy one day and now am obsessed with them. I enjoy reading them, especially the ones authorized by Jenny Alfred. I always wish to get the kinds of love she portrays in her novels. I fell in love with her books and now I really want to meet her.

I lightly chuckled while I ran my finger around the top of my glass. "Well, aside from me being a hopeless romantic, I have always enjoyed reading and watching supernatural romance. I always read books where a human and werewolf or some other supernatural being fall in love or found out that they were soulmates. I always found it cute and romantic and many times than once I found myself fantasying about basically being in their shoes. I mean, having someone that will love you forever and would never even once think to cheat on you, that's a dream come true." I softly explained with a dreamy smile on my lips.

I was only eight at the time and I don't really remember. Aiden finds me in my small library reading a romance book of course. Things that are more embarrassing than having a crush find me sitting in my grandpa's large chair reading a romance novel. He looks at the cover and sees a chiseled bare chest of some man whose name I don't know. Probably a model for some sports magazine. On the cover, he's caressing a lady whose back is turned towards him and her chest is bare and open and exposed. Everything about it is graphic, the way all romance novels are these days. The title is something awful as well something like My Brother's Sexy Best Friend by Jane Doe. I'm not sure who Jane Doe is but s