romance-novel

I sometimes wonder about this True-Love thing and I get confused. Love--as I now understand it--has to be true if it's there.

Such is the force of love at first sight. Your sense go dormant for a while, and all that remains active is a rushing organ in the chest---assuming charge of your entire being.

He tried to resist but he couldn't. His body strained, stretched then loosened, as he experienced his first orgasm. The boy had attained puberty! And there he stood... blessed!

You see certain people and get the intuition that they are related to you in a way unspecified, important to you for the reasons unidentified. You bet I had received my turn of hunch!

I was expected to reach for those plump breasts by now, but I was still busy window-shopping, browsing through the scene of my life.

In the back of his mind, he had always wondered why____hy they harbored such resentment for him. Now he had the answer, and he felt sick. He felt the bottom dropping out.

Some things, Cassie, you just feel. You don__ know. You feel them. In here,_ Gabriel said, pointing to his chest. __ knew without words, without facts, without knowing every last detail about you and your life that I was drawn to you. That we had a connection. I was mesmerized. The kind of thing that is rare.

I'll be back later! Put that champagne on ice!

Grabbing her close to him, he spun her around and pushed her against the wall. They needed something solid to keep them steady, because he didn__ see himself giving up those lips any time soon. He would kiss her until she lost her breath and it was only his lips on hers that kept her upright. Only the kiss that kept her breathing.

As the fireworks began to illuminate the sky above them, Blake and Veronica made love for the first time on Hideaway Hill.

Here__ the thing about falling for someone who__ already given up; there__ no promise of tomorrow. There aren__ any words of comfort that can be said, no glimpse of a positive change. Every moment, every thought could be their last. It__ like you__e helplessly walking into quicksand, waiting for the muck to cover your mouth and eyes until you can no longer find a way to breathe. No, it__ more like jumping from a high bridge without the promise of water underneath.And I fucking hate heights.

Sweat dripped down his chest. She never thought she could envy a piece of fabric, until she saw the T-shirt kissing his skin the way she wanted to.

Owen folded his arms around Morgan to steady her when she crashed into him, and was enveloped by her scent, her warm softness. When she gave a scared little scream, he tightened his arms in a protective reflex. She fit him perfectly, he noted distractedly. And she was soaked: he'd seen her come in from the rain, her expression frantic, just as he had rushed in the front door. His shirt was plastered to his chest between

And even though they had not had sex yet, he was a great lover, replacing sex with the science of bravery and inner strength. Meredith had always wanted a man with this kind of depth.

Just as "normal" as anyone... only I write my thoughts out on paper & illustrate a world of Romance in your mind as you read my creations. ~ A. L. Woodz

I__ jealous of the cherries that have been in your mouth,_ he said, __hat they get to make your lips so red._ He kissed her softly, teasing her tongue with his, a lustful wet caress, and Austen was suspended in air. ____ jealous of every single day before today that I didn__ get to spend with you.

The kiss wove between gentle and frenzied, liquid and greedy, silken and primal, and he sucked every second of bliss he could from the forbidden pleasure.

The idea that I could lose her again_ it__ unbearable.