Romance Excerpt Novels & Stories

He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. His mouth captured hers hungrily, his tongue exploring every corner. Evelyn responded instantly, kissing him back with desperate inexperience, her small moans vibrating against his lips. She tasted sweet and innocent, and her clumsy but eager responses only inflamed him more. The way she pulled at his tongue, sucked on his lips, trying to draw him deeper, it was intoxicating. Roman's control shattered completely. In one swift motion, he removed the remaining of her clothes, his towel falling to the floor. He pressed her back onto the bed, his body covering hers.

I reveled in the warmth of his mouth as I shoved my tongue inside, his tongue sliding wetly against mine. He gave as good as he got. Xavier was really good with his mouth after all. Yet, for some reason, tonight felt different. And it was pissing me off. I wrenched my mouth away from his with a scowl. “What’s wrong?” Xavier panted, his eyebrows furrowed. His lips were a little swollen, his eyes dark with desire. His hair stuck up in some areas, where it was mussed up by my hands. He was a beautiful mess.

He ate me like a man starved, tongue thrusting inside me, lapping up our combined essence with filthy enthusiasm. “Yes, Alexander... just like that,” I panted, grinding against his face. Romance wove through the raw passion; he looked up at me with dark, adoring eyes, as if worshipping every reaction. Another climax hit me hard, my body shaking as waves of ecstasy crashed over me. I flooded his mouth, but he kept licking, prolonging the high until I was a whimpering mess.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

the lady said and I scoffed. "You misunderstood everything ma'am, she's just a friend, there's no love attached" I explained. "Really? Okay then, I am sorry for misunderstanding" she apologized. "Thanks" I said and I sighed. Very funny lady, how could she think I'm in love with Jasmine. I scoffed again. "Impossible" I muttered. The door to the changing room opened and Jasmine came out again. This time dressed in short yellow dress with flower patterns. "How do I look?" She asked and I almost couldn't stop myself from staring at her.

May you always find the courage to love again, Even if the world forgets to love you back. Romance is the breath between words, the pause in a gaze, the ache between heartbeats. It is not always loud or lavish; often, it slips into our lives quietly, like light through a curtain. In a world obsessed with speed and spectacle, romance reminds us to slow down and feel. It lives in the smallest details: a cup of coffee shared at sunrise, a text message that says "I miss you," a soft kiss left in the hallway. This is the story of four souls Davina, Emmy, Sofia, and Max. Each search. Each desire. Each learning, sometimes painfully, that love never arrives clean or easy. But when it does arrive, it

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His lips brushing against my ear Our hearts beat as one I smile as tears of joy escape my eyes "Roman," I whisper. Love in my voice. "I love you too." Roman's lips meet mine. Soft and gentle. Our kiss sends shivers down my spine. Time stands still. The world fades leaving only us lost in our love. Roman's lips devour mine. Passion explodes between us. Our confession ignites an uncontrollable fire within us. We stumble to the ground together. Hands roaming, clothes shed Skin to skin. Our bodies entwined. Roman's touch sends shivers down my spine.

"And you remember that the best romances are the ones where both people choose each other every single day." She stood, pressed a signed copy of her book into my hands, and squeezed my shoulder before moving on. I stared at the book, at her inscription: "To Camila - May you write yourself a happy ending. You deserve it." "Thank you," I nearly cried to Lucien. "Don't thank me for making you happy," he watched me with those golden eyes that saw too much. I leaned over and kissed him. His hand came up to cup the back of my neck, pulling me deeper.