Visual Romance Novels & Stories

“And I want to make love to you until my last breath. Still, I’d be craving more. What have you done to me, you sexy little witch? You're killing me.” A tremor of need went up her body and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, delving her fingers into his hair. They were so soft, silky and she caressed them the way she had always wanted to. “Will your spirit roam the world in search of me? We’ll have a paranormal romance.”

He lifted Melody's chin playfully and said coolly, "Little kitty, what mischief are you planning now?" "You just focus on driving. Leave the rest to me," Melody purred. "Along the way, this little kitty will give you an experience of speed and passion like never before." Lucas immediately understood what Melody meant: she wanted to pleasure him while he was driving... This was completely reckless, and since he was going to meet Nina, it was also disrespectful to her. But— Lucas's throat bobbed. As they say, the more forbidden something is, the more exciting it becomes; the dirtier the mind, the wilder in bed.

I asked as he shivered, looking into my eyes with lust and hunger. “There’s this attraction I have towards you,I don’t know how to explain it,I ….I…. just know that I want you and nothing will stop me ” he replied before kissing his way down my neck,my breasts and my stomach. .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. “You’re beautiful” I whispered, kissing her nape……..and carrying her to the bed before depositing her on it. I don’t know why it’s like a magnet, pulling me towards her.

The exchange was not solely sustenance but an enchanting pas de deux, a symphony of passion interwoven within their intertwined destinies. As the moments stretched into eternity, Amira's senses danced between the ethereal and the corporeal. She felt the vampire's reverence in every movement, his hunger tempered by a delicate touch that spoke of a profound connection. It was a sensual waltz of entwined desires, a celebration of life and lust.

The romance becomes a beautiful fire. His cockhead nudges my entrance. The pressure builds. My pussy pulses with readiness. Wet heat invites him inside. He pauses. His forehead rests against mine. Our breathing mingles together. Love and lust intertwine in this one perfect moment. The slide in feels imminent. The romance blazes bright. It promises so much more.

With a sudden, violent motion, she swept it off the nightstand. The glass shattered against the stone floor, the liquid spilling out like wasted light. Dante let out a guttural sound, a mixture of triumph and agony. He crushed his mouth against hers, a kiss that tasted of finality and fire. This was the "Intimate Love Romance" at its most visceral—a communion of the damned. He didn't make love to her; he reclaimed her. He used the "Body Betrayal" as a conduit, forcing her to acknowledge that her choice was permanent.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Both the bodies were burning with passion wanting to be touched, kissed loved again. . Vance looked down at his wife with desire in his eyes; the Girl’s flushed skin, swollen lips and sweet whimpers sent electricity down to his manhood, making it pulse with lust. The sweet scent of lilies and musky pine was beautifully blended in the air as it became warmer with each passing second. Vance was looking at Purple with love-filled eyes. Delicious whimpers escaped from those inviting plump lips of his wife, and the Alpha's veiny cock throbbed for his wife, wanting nothing but to be choked by the Girl’s hole.

I didn't want to push too far just a shot in the dark that we just might be one. "There is a lot more about me that you need to know Scarlett but whatever will be, I'll never let you go away. No chance. Don't know what we have shared right now..." I cut him in between. "It's the best intimacy we have shared Eric. For me, honesty is the best intimate thing two can share. We have shared the intimacy of thoughts. No physical desire can ever match this." I completed. Eric James Winslet Her words were intoxicating. Just to love. She did not even ask to be loved. It was rapture enough just to sit there beside her in silence, alone in that cold night in the white splendor of shine with the wind blo

Roman’s hands moved with a feverish intensity, stripping away the remnants of her blazer, his mouth finding the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder. He needed to claim her—not as a wife, not as an ally, but as his own personal obsession. The sex was a frantic, desperate ritual of survival. Every bump in the road, every screech of the tires, added to the rhythm. The sound of her breath catching in her throat, the way she arched her back against the tinted window as he moved inside her—it was the only truth Roman had left in a world of lies. For those few miles through the heart of the city, they weren't the heads of a revolution. They were just two people clinging to each other in