Novel & Cerita True Romance Lines

In the end, he lowered his guard and said in a cold tone, "Avery, it’s enough!" Seeing that I still remained silent, he stood up in frustration and even let go of Scarlett's hand. "Can you stop being unreasonable? I told you that Scarlett and I are just friends. If you stop watching those short videos about whether a man truly loves you for just one day, your mind won't be filled with all the nonsense in a romantic relationship. It's really annoying." Speaking calmly, I tried to make myself clear. "Last night, I encountered a murderer in the demolition area and almost lost my life. Do you believe me?"

Anthony smiled softly and climbed the bed. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as his fingers started to trace the bare skin of my thigh. “You are so beautiful it’s hard to believe that you are now my wife. I am the luckiest bastard right now. I have a beautiful woman in bed with me.” I shuddered as the soft pads of his fingers drew warm lines on my thigh. He continued to draw shapes and lines until he pushed his hand between my legs. “Spread your legs for me,” he requested, looking straight into my eyes.

Every trace of my presence had been wiped away, as if I had never lived there at all. Zach staggered slightly, reaching out to the wall for support. His legs felt unsteady as he walked to the desk. There, on the smooth surface, lay the divorce papers. I hadn't taken anything—not a single possession or a single cent. My signature, sharp and clear at the bottom of the page, left no room for doubt. I wasn't coming back. "Victoria!" His voice echoed through the vast emptiness, bouncing back at him like a cruel reminder. Memories surged—years of quiet devotion, the warmth of my presence, the invisible weight of everything I had given.

Her fingers reach for my jaw, grazing it with a reverence I don’t deserve. “Is this real?” she asks. I swallow. Hard. “I don’t know,” I say, voice cracking. “It doesn’t feel like anything I’ve known before.” Her gaze softens. Not forgiving—just open. “Then show me.” And that’s all it takes. I fall. Our lips meet like a secret. Not desperate. Not demanding. Just… honest. It’s slow. Terrifying in its softness. Her mouth opens beneath mine, and for a moment, we just breathe each other in—like we’re afraid we’ll forget how if we don’t relearn it together.

“You are too good for me.” Cara frowned at his last sentence and suddenly shook her head. “That’s not true.” She cupped his face and searched his eyes, something was troubling him. She could tell that much, only she didn’t want to press the matter and interrupt their romantic moment. “Like you once said to me, we are right for each other.” She smiled and planted her lips on his. An inked hand stroked through her long strands and pulled her close to him. Her tongue danced with his, enticing a groan from him as he felt his trousers tighten. Within moments, he had torn his pants and shirt off and was standing at the end of the bed, memorising every curve and mound of Cara’s gorgeous physique. H

Her eyes widened, and she fell to her knees before him, although it was clear that she was far older than he. "Beta," she began, rather meekly, "I am sorry for losing my temper in your presence. She said some..some disrespectful things and I couldn't...I couldn't take it. " Her voice shook with emotion, like she was about to break down into tears. To my surprise, he ran his fingers through her dreadlocks, soothing her tenderly, and she rubbed against his legs, seeking his comfort. It was almost a sweet scene, like the one between a mother wolf and a pup. It is okay, Desdemona. I will handle the proud princess myself. From now onwards, Princess Miatta is my responsibility.

Shamelessly romantic. I chuckled and wiped the tears. "I'm not one to give second chances, but..." he whispered, his words trailing off as he tenderly squeezed my hand. I offered a warm smile and leaned closer to his face, our lips almost touching. Inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes and relaxed. "I want to be yours forever, Ace Salvatore," I murmured as my lips brushed against his. Gently pressing my lips against his, he opened his piercing eyes. You're now trapped in my world," he softly declared.

The angry red lines on his chest faded slightly. My lips brushed one flat nipple. It pebbled instantly under the wet heat of my mouth. He groaned deeply, the sound heating my blood. I moved to the other side, giving it the same tender attention, and felt his fingers flex against my thighs. I kissed down his chest, reverent and slow, worshipping his body. Roman's head fell back against the pillow, his eyes closed in ecstasy. "Gods... it's working." "Roman," I whispered. He opened his eyes slowly.

The romance turns into a raw, loving need. He steps between my legs. His hands lift my hips. He positions me perfectly. The desk stays steady under us. He rubs his cock along my slit. The hot length teases my clit. The friction feels delicious. I moan. My hands close over his arms. The muscle feels hard beneath my fingers. He kisses me again. The kiss moves deep and slow. His tongue dances with mine. The romance becomes a beautiful fire.