What Is Closed Door Romance Novels & Stories

“Oh my god, Cas!” He hummed against me, the vibration making me tremble. “Taste so fucking good. Better than I imagined.” His hands pinned my thighs open as he devoured me, two fingers back inside, fucking me while his tongue worked magic. I was close again already, whimpering and grinding against his face. “I’m gonna come—Cas, I’m—” The door clicked open. Damien stood there, eyes dark with lust as he took in the scene. Me, dress around my waist, tits out, legs spread with Cas’s face buried between them.

I got into it and stayed inside for a while. I got out from the bath minutes later and wore the bathroom robe I found in his washroom.I opened the washroom door and I saw Kingston half naked.His chest was bare showing his abs.A white towel was wrapped around his waist.I got out of the washroom and entered the room fully and he entered the washroom not sparing me a glance. I went for his room door and it was locked.He did not expect me to sleep with a bathroom robe .And it was my chance to leave the room but he locked it.

Joy was all that filled me to the brim as I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, letting the fragrance wash over me. My dream had come true, and it was no one else but the Alpha's son. I was his fated mate. I almost squeaked so loudly as I skidded forward, my hair bouncing behind me as I let out a delighted giggle, ready to run into his arms for protection and safety. Nothing else mattered at that moment but to open that door and meet my fated mate from the moon goddess, the one that was going to end my sufferings. I started to tap on the door but paused the moment I began to hear different voices. I couldn't wait any longer as I twisted the knob. The door was unlocked, so I pushed it wide

The angry, shamed part of her still wanted to push him away, suspecting he had spent his absent night with another of his companions, and she remained stiff for a long moment, until his gentle mouth and softly caressing hands smoothed away her resistance. Their lovemaking was slow, almost tenuous, as they let their bodies speak all the things they both wanted to say. Or maybe she was misinterpreting his apologetic touches and soothing kisses. Perhaps she was fooling herself so she could continue sharing her body with him. Even the doubt of that couldn’t hold back her cries of passion, and she was eager for him when he lifted her thigh and entered her carefully, drawing out his possession unt

She took a step back, keeping her distance between us. I took another step towards her, moving inside her room. She took another step backward again, keeping her distance between us. Max was getting annoyed by this and so was I. I wanted to be close to her. I quickly closed the door behind me and locked it. Her eyes opened wide as saucers. "Romeo, I think you need to leave…” She softly said, now her scent mixed with arousal, which was driving me crazy. I shook my head, No, and she gulped.

It disappeared and the gates open. “She, does he means Ana or the girl in black?” Van thought. Van and Cara are the first to enter the gates. Kirsten and the rest hesitated, yet no one wants to be left out here with the metal face so they follow with their eyes closed. Van and the rest then emerge into a vast chamber or a void perhaps for there is no floors, walls or ceilings here. There are only doors here, lots and lots of doors floating around like hooded ghosts. Van approaches the nearest one. The door must be more than eight feet tall for it towers above Van’s head. Carved around the decorated knocker is an inscription:

The repair was no longer only notices and measured walks and narrowed conversations. It had become an open door between the main suite and the adjoining rooms, a refusal to perform closeness the anger had not released, and the quiet, unromantic agreement that the next degree—if it came—would be chosen under the same rule that had made the notices possible and the silence impossible to repeat without consequence.

Luke placed a hand on his chest and gently pushed him away, “What if someone sees us? We're at the library. I don't care if we get caught, I'm just worried about you.” Liam grazed his lips with his thumb, “You're so cute.” “But…” “Don't worry about that,” He interrupted, locking the door, “No one will come in now. I just want to be inside of you so badly right now. I missed you.” “I missed you too.” “Kiss me then.” Luke leaned in and kissed him.

And then the door opened. Neither of them had heard the footsteps. Neither of them had even thought to lock the door. Nora gasped, spinning halfway around as Ellis stepped into the room. He stopped cold. His eyes took in the scene — her flushed cheeks, her bare chest, the glistening curve of her breasts, the way Roman stood so casually behind her, hand resting on the small of her back like he owned her. Ellis blinked once, twice. Then the corner of his mouth curled. “Well,” he said slowly, closing the door behind him with a soft click. “Looks like I missed the meeting memo.”

Not the thrill of being seen, not the ache of being touched. I closed my eyes tightly and breathed deep, willing the tremor out of my bones. Alexander still thought I was Clara, his once meek housemaid turned resentful ghost. And I needed it to stay that way, at least for now. He couldn’t know the truth. If he did, everything would collapse. A soft knock broke the silence. I turned, The door opened slightly, and there he was. Alexander Bologna. Storm-gray eyes shadowed by something unreadable. He didn’t come inside. He just stood there, one hand still on the door handle as if he is unsure he wanted to be here.