Virgin Romance Novels & Stories

When Rick dropped me off at home, I had already passed out with Dona Margarida's tea. I woke up late and found Virgínia sitting next to me on the bed. - Hi, sleeping beauty! – Virgínia said with a smile. - Hi, Vi. – I replied. - How are you? - Terrible. He's going to marry one and has another as a lover. And worse, I think it's the woman from the past he was looking for.

I didn’t want to. His bedroom door clicked shut behind us, and suddenly I was on his bed, beneath him, hair fanned out across the pillows. He paused, forehead resting against mine. “I need to ask you something,” he whispered. “Okay.” “Are you sure?” I looked up at him. “I’m a virgin,” I said. “But I’m not afraid of you.” His hands shook slightly as he touched my cheek. “You don’t have to prove anything.” “I’m not trying to,” I whispered. “I just… want you. Not because of the contract. Not because of the baby. Just you.”

It’s not every day that a devil marries a saint. I didn't answer right away. My gaze lingered on the flame in the fireplace. She wobbled up like my thoughts. I should have laughing. I should have swung one of my murderous aftershocks to him. But I couldn't do it. -She was not a virgin, I said, coldly. Luca straightened up slowly, her smile vanished as quickly as a mirage. - What ? - You heard me of course. She was not a virgin. A heavy silence settled. Luca stared at me, frowning.

“You don’t trust me? At least I’m a virgin. I know you have Groupon dick. I did my research. If anyone should be worried it’s me.” My fingers froze and I stared at her in shock. “You’re a virgin?” I hate to admit it but I was literally squeaking. “You don’t have to sound so surprised. I am a bratva princess after all.” “Who’s brother lets you run wild.” “Who said that?” I shrugged, “Everyone knows Roman indulges you.” “Yeah well…that doesn’t mean I’m out here like that.” I took a step closer to her. “So why am I the lucky guy who gets to pop your cherry?”

His touch made me freeze. Then I said it ....the only thing I could think of. “I’m a virgin.” The words slipped out, sharp and frightened. Everything stopped. Christopher’s hand froze midair. His expression changed. The smirk disappeared. The room went quiet. He blinked once, as if the words had slapped him harder than I ever could. “What?” he asked, his voice suddenly low and unsure. “I’m a virgin,” I repeated, my voice shaking. “You’re scaring me.” For a moment, he just stared at me.... no words, no movement. The air between us felt 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.

"You want to visit all these places?" Evelyn, not fully grasping the weight of his question, replied dreamily, "Hmm, maybe we could do a Mediterranean cruise? Or the Maldives for those overwater bungalows? Italy would be incredible—all that history and food. Or maybe the British Virgin Islands? Oh, but France would be so romantic..." Roman rested his chin on his hand, watching her animated rambling with growing amusement. He couldn't help but smile, seeing her completely drop her guard around him for the first time.

"Since you have all those instruments on the list, why don't you bring him a respirator?" "NO NO NO, you really lack romantic feelings!" Cecil revealed a disgusted look, "Do you know what romance means in the end? That's kissing! If Vince is on a ventilator, how is Lydia going to kiss Vince while she's with him, and how is Vince going to wake up and hug Lydia and kiss her with affection?" Well, Ulric really doesn't have much experience with love. The most memorable kiss of his life was with the mysterious woman who took his v.irginity.

But I knew that Virginia was determined and also what she wanted, something I saw from the first moment I entered the room at the Season Hot nightclub, and she didn't just accept my money, something I would have given her even without having sex with her. She now turned around so that she was facing me, staring at me with a veiled look and an expression of pure desire. "I want you, Murilo. Inside me…” She wasn't asking, it was more like a demand, and without me expecting it, she jumped on my body, wrapping her hot legs around me. " The baby, Virginia, " I said, trying to bring some common sense to the moment. She didn't answer me in words, but took hold of my cock and slipped it between her

He cursed and whipped her again. "Please! Have mercy Lord Zach I didn't mean to do it.." she cried out he held her in place making it impossible for her to move.. "Mercy? You want me to have mercy? Okay then let me show you what it means to have mercy." He ripped off her panties aggressively making her yell again because she already knew what was waiting for her.. "Please don't do this to me Please!" She pleaded.. She might be experienced in everything about the sex life but that doesn't mean she wasn't a virgin...