Virgin Romance Novels & Stories

I looked around the bed and that's when I noticed the red patch and white stains on the bed. The white stains was probably me reaching my climax but the red stains? Was she.... Oh my gosh.. Was she a virgin? What did I do? I slowly let myself out of her grasp and got out of the bed. I picked up my clothes that were thrown on the bed and wore it. It reeked of alcohol which means I was drunk and in my drunken state, I came here for comfort and we had sex. So what's the big deal? The big deal is that she was a virgin.

" Her hands went to the neck of her robe and she started untying the ropes that held the clothing together. Undressed completely, she allowed the robe to fall to the ground. Her hands trembled but she curled them into fists. Tonight, she'll lose her virginity in the most cruelly in the hands of the coldest man she has ever known. But she'll bear it with dignity. She raised her chin and awaited his next command. she removed the only white nightie Vina wore her, her creamy breasts plunged out.. the expression on Ryan's face changed a Iittle bit, his eyeballs turned darkest " give me your pant" he ordered. her hands trembled as she took it off and threw it to him, he caught it and smelt it, “Bl

He slowly licked her chest and she shuddered with want, his romance made her clasp her thighs but what was she doing, giving in? EUNICE POV... My virginity is supposed to be consumed on my bridal night by my husband and no other person, but right now just in front of me, a stranger lay atop of me devouring every part of me and howling silently in deep pleasure while I'm in so much pains.

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

he kept on shaking his head. “You can’t deny the fact that your mate now belongs to my father and I bet you that he won’t let her go” Denver stated crossing his arms. He could see Luke getting mad by the second and he loved every bit of his fury. He knew he wouldn't be able to do anything about it. The deed had happened and Violet was no longer a virgin. “He wouldn’t dare touch my mate” Luke denied it over and over again. He couldn’t picture Ryan holding his mate much less touch her. It had to be some sort of prank made by Denver to piss him off.

He said in between laughs "There are no fucking virgins Max. That shit is old." "I'm telling you that she could be a virgin." Andre shook his head "Not a chance Max!" "How about I have a taste to confirm?" Max insisted and Andre's face flares up in anger. "Cool down big guy. You don't do nuns and you hate virgins so how about I take that problem off your hands." Max offered with a wide grin on his face. "No!" Andre replied sharply. "Come on dude. Don't go all greedy on me now. You don't even want the bitch."

He hadn’t come near her all night. She took a sip of champagne. Then another. Ava appeared like a shadow slipping through the crowd, her seafoam-green gown flowing effortlessly. “Well, if it isn’t the charity case turned arm candy,” Ava said, voice dripping venom. Serena’s grip tightened on her glass. “Still bitter, huh?” Aidan showed up beside Ava, a fake smile pasted on his face. “Long time, Serena.” She gave a cool smile. “I’d say I missed you, but I’ve been too busy living.”

“Per the terms of the agreement, we are gathered to solemnize this union in the eyes of law. Do both parties consent?” Silence. Dante didn’t answer. His head turned — slowly — and finally, finally, those eyes landed on me. “I do,” he said. It wasn’t a vow. It was a verdict. The priest looked at me. “Elena Russo. Do you consent?” I should’ve said no. Every part of me wanted to. My tongue sat heavy behind my teeth. My stomach flipped like I’d swallowed something that was still alive. But I looked at Dante — and I remembered what he’d said in the office.

Isabella paced the length of the living room, her fingers trembling as she clutched a crumpled newspaper. Every line screamed the same nightmare: Damian Knight bride is no virgin… she was bought, used, and discarded in Russia. The words burned into her mind like acid, each one a jagged shard cutting through the fragile calm she had managed to build around her heart. She could still hear the soft echoes of Damian’s laughter from their wedding night, the tender way he had held her close as if she were the most precious thing in the world. And now, all of that seemed fragile, like a glass sculpture on the edge of a cliff.