روايات وقصص ضمن Virgin River

Once I was stripped down to my boxers, she led me to the bathroom, where the steam from the shower enveloped us both. She helped me under the spray, the warm water cascading over me, washing away the grime and blood. Vick stood beside me, her hands moving gently over my skin, cleaning away the remnants of the blood. As the water flowed over us, I reached out, my fingers brushing against her cheek. "Vick, I—" "Shhh," she whispered, pressing a finger to my lips. "We'll talk later. Right now, just let me take care of you." I nodded again, closing my eyes and leaning into her touch. For the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to let go, to lean on her, to trust that she would

Then I stopped myself, every muscle burning. “I won’t touch you like this,” I said. “Not when the bond is this raw. Not when you don’t even know what it’s asking from you.” Her voice dropped. “What if I do know?” That nearly broke me. I closed the distance in two strides, hands braced on either side of her, careful not to touch skin. Her heat wrapped around me anyway. Her scent filled my lungs just as the bond screamed approval. “You’re a virgin,” I said, voice low and shaking. “And I will not be the one who takes that from you while the world is still shaking under our feet.”

It looked both like an injury and a signature. I turned the tap and let water run cold. The splash against porcelain sounded loud in the room, a startling, useful noise. I pressed my wrist beneath it and let the cold water erase, briefly, the sensation of his touch. It washed over the skin but not the memory. The water could not reach the thought of him as deliberately restful, of the infinitesimal distance he had kept, always measured in degrees.

I hated the thought of splitting at all but his eyes found mine, and for a moment the whole van seemed to hold still. “We don’t get Nova back unless we cut the head off this snake,” he said. “I won’t leave her breathing another day with Vivienne.” The words were a knife because I agreed but that didn’t make it easier. Carter gave a short nod. “We’ll make it loud out here to buy you time.” Noah squeezed my hand once, then released it. The van doors slid open, cold salt air rushing in like a slap. We stepped out together. The dock stretched under our feet, wood groaning faintly, waves lapping black against the pylons. The stink of oil and brine hung heavy.

Her name: Elara Vale. The convent called it an external placement program. An act of gratitude for his generous donations. But Damien knew the truth. It was a transaction. And it intrigued him far more than he’d like to admit. A virgin. A girl who had never been touched, never spoken to a man without a prayer on her lips. A girl who would blush at bare ankles, tremble at coarse language, and bow her head when addressed. She would be his maid. Damien wasn’t a man of faith. But he had rituals of his own. And breaking this one would be deliberate. Exquisite.

Turning, I see the most incredible sight I have ever laid eyes on; my heart thumps loudly in my chest, I feel a smile expand across my face and my eyes widen instantly. Virginia's red hair is down, loose in long ringlets, natural and simple make up, and a hugging, yet flowing emerald green spaghetti strapped dress, a little white cardigan, and a pair of chunky strapped white kitten heels. Beautiful. "Virginia.." I whisper, "wow!" A stunning, shy smile spreads across her angelic features, and a slight blush emanates over her high cheekbones. ~*~ One game of crazy golf, a walk along the canal, and a beautiful, candle lit dinner in the best restaurant in town; Virginia and I are walking along t

I ask. "Do you?" Nathan challenges. After his spoken words, my cheeks flush to the point I'm tempted to cool them with the palms of my hands. "I'm..." I grimace. "I'm a virgin." Nathan shoots me a stare and then looks back at the road. He is parking the car now, and a few moments of silence pass before he cracks up and laughs out loud. My mood turns sour, and I pout. "What is so funny?" The expression I make only makes Nathan howl louder. He is shaking in his seat and actually crying.

It was our second honeymoon, as he promised. So here we are in the Virgin Islands at Trunk Bay Beach. We are staying near the area, and if you haven’t been here, you have to put it on your bucket list. The water is undeniably beautiful. There are not a lot of people here on this side of the beach–correction, I haven’t seen a soul. It was just the two of us at the moment, and it was perfect. “Baby, why did you wear this sexy bikini?” Alec whispered in my ear, behind me, as his hands roamed the sides of my body, down to my hips and thighs. This time, it wasn’t the sun making me feel hot.

Violet POV. Daddy won't be here! Daddy won't be here, I'm so happy! I love my daddy, I really love him, but he's too strict with me, he doesn't allow me to do anything, but now he and uncle Luca are both leaving for a day or two, a day or two are all I need to start a riot. Presley agrees, she's been singing start a riot all day!

She asked, grumbling. "Yeah.....he did" I said as I saw him walking in and waving at me. "Oh prince charming finally came" I teased as.....she laughed. "Excuse me" a drunk girl said, bumping my shoulder and spilling her drink on my short. "Shit, you'll have to excuse me,I wanna use the restroom" I said as they waved me off. "Hey sexy,can I dig in just once,I bet you're not a virgin" the guy said, pulling me as I stepped on his feet and ran away. Such a pervert.