Travel Romance Novels & Stories

He leaned back, feeling a deep satisfaction in his heart—this honeymoon was everything he wanted, and more importantly, it was with the person he wanted most in the world. As they flew across continents, Arlo shared stories of Italy, mentioning all the places he had planned for them to visit: the romantic canals of Venice, the historic streets of Rome, and the rolling vineyards of Tuscany. Lune listened intently, a spark in her eyes that made Arlo’s heart skip a beat. This was their adventure, a journey they would share as husband and wife, bound by love and a future filled with possibilities.

My cheeks turn red, as I listen to his romantic words. “Thank you.” I thank him while smiling graciously. “Do you want to dance?” He asks me with a smile on his lips, while I look closely at my high heels. “Yes.” I answered, not very sure, while he took me by the arm and took me to the dance floor, while the song By Your Side by Tokio Hotel played. While he dances with me, I run my hands along his broad back. Seconds later, I see Abby and Dr. Mark also come to the dance floor. She looks very excited while he looks very tired of her.

"So do you. It's a shame it's all pretense." His smile was shallow, never reaching his eyes. "Not all of it," he replied. As the city lights shimmered around them, Serena pondered just how real this façade of romance might become. But as their car drew into the hotel driveway, Serena's phone suddenly buzzed. She glanced at the screen and froze. From an Unknown Number: "You have no idea who you're dealing with, Serena. Back off-while you still can." Her breath hitched. Damien noticed the change in her expression.

“Perhaps her depiction of the perfect romance will offer insight into figuring out who this person is.” Nikki grimaced when she heard the name Verna Ravenway. It was the name of a popular romance writer who had amassed a cult following online, but no one knew who she was. She sighed as she realized the two girls were probably not talking about her but about some ridiculous fantasy they had concocted due to the overconsumption of romance novels.

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

She was handed straight back to him, and the door slammed shut, his arms tightening as the car set off. Juliette said nothing, there was nothing to say, she had run again and he had caught her again as he had told her he would, with a soft resigned sigh she tucked her head under his chin and closed her eyes. He felt so safe and warm, her headache subsided and the pain in her hip and back eased as his big hands stroked rhythmically up and down. He was like a drug she could not live without and it was not long before her breathing deepened as she fell asleep making him smile. She could fight it all she wanted but her body did not lie if she hated him as much as she said she did there was no wa

The gesture was more intimate than any kiss could ever be. We talked about everything and nothing—the bikes, the gang, our dreams. Torin’s dream was to ride across the country, feel the wind in his hair, and not look back. I nodded, my own dreams a tangled mess of wanting to escape and wanting to belong. As the stars began to peek out from the night sky one night, he leaned closer. “You’re not like the rest of us, you know. You’re something special.”

Arya must have slept for a long time because when her eyes opened, she was in her husband’s arms as he carried her in bridal style to the car. “Hey, sleepy head. Are you feeling okay?”, Leonardo asked. She yawned and blinked a couple of times. “Yeah, we are already here. Where are we exactly?”, she asked. “France”, he drawled casually. Arya’s attention was all focused on him now. France was an exquisite choice for a relaxing and romantic getaway. Renowned for its unparalleled romance, France offers stunning landscapes, world-class cuisine and a rich cultural heritage.

I felt my orgasm rising, sending us both over the edge, he emptied his seed in me and we cuddled up with each other falling asleep wishing for a good long life together. The next day was a repeat of last night until he told me he was taking me on a little getaway to spend our mating time together as I would go into heat soon. We left with our horses and carriage for our honeymoon promising Aidan we would be back for his birthday ball. As we rode out of town the people were shaking at us and were so welcoming, and I couldn't wait to do my part as the mate of a Royal Gamma. Roman was by the gate and gave us a bow before leaving, there was something off about Roman lately, but he was Drax's bes

He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........