Exclusive Love Novels & Stories

Chase lifted my hand and pressed his lips against my fingers. “Then we are exclusive.” “Privately.” “Yes.” “No announcement.” “No interview.” “No relationship campaign.” “No matching sponsor posts.” I smiled. “You have thought about this.” “I know your concerns.” The warmth in my chest grew. “We are exclusive,” I repeated. “Yes.” The word felt more intimate than girlfriend. Maybe because it was a choice rather than a title. I stepped closer. Chase’s hand moved to my waist. He waited. I lifted my face. He kissed me.

And eventually, you desperately want them to feel the same for you. Love is exclusive and greedy. This time, Jamie had no words to refute it.

The feeling of wanting to be loved, and loved exclusively by someone, with all their breath, with all their soul. To simply utter their name and even others can recognize the immediate radiance that brightens your face. As AMA does when she tells stories of Beta Samuel, or as I have seen when hiding behind trees in my old forest and I catch the laughter of mated couples seeking exclusion from the world in. I stare at the old paper, and though the cold wind through the one window breezes in the chamber, it is not as chilling as the feeling that I find myself emerged in.

“We can talk about that after the baby is born.” He nodded. I knew he was going to support me with whatever decision I made. I’d said it before. George was going to make the best boyfriend if he decided to date anyone. His unwillingness to be in a relationship didn’t stop him from being a gentleman. He was the best lover a woman could ask for. It was such a shame we were in a contractual marriage. “When you say exclusive…” I trailed off, staring at the paper in front of me. “It means you’re not allowed to see anyone else.”

he said then finally left. Lorenzo chuckled, "Damn Dr. Smith. Does he really think not locking the door could stop us?" he tilted his head on me. I smirked, and without a word, I pulled him to continue our one of a heck hot kissing session. Our setup was sick. I know. We kiss and we fuck, but we still cheat on each other. If one soul would learn about it, I'm pretty certain he or she would ask why can't we just marry and be loyal to each other. But that was also the big question I kept on asking to myself. So, how can I answer that if ever?

That small pause shifted something between them. Noah closed the remaining distance himself. Elliott’s hand settled at his waist firmly, not possessive. “But how can I enjoy having you to myself when you are tense?” Elliott said quietly, Noah’s breath hitched slightly despite his effort to control it. “I need you to relax.” Elliott gently pulled his waist closer. Their proximity tightened. And for the first time since the transfer hit his account, Noah felt the full gravity of what exclusivity meant. Elliott’s hand shifted slightly at his waist.

That's what pushed me to take her and make her one of my women. I had no intention of taking a woman after Beatrix because they only added problems to my life. But Elisa came, and when I first claimed her, and even though I knew she was no longer a virgin I was happy because it was still crowded inside and from then on it was as if I was addicted to claiming her. When I smell her natural scent I can’t help myself especially her innocent face every time I claim her. Even when I'm far away and doing something, I'm always in a hurry to get home and reclaim Elisa. "Smael, is there a problem?"

There was a chance that the outcome would be catastrophic, but his desire for Ivory outweighed his cautionary rules. "Or when you have grown tired of me." He countered and Ivory rolled her eyes. He couldn't have meant that. There was no breathing female alive that would reject this man, even his ex maintained the proverbial torch. " It's not to last forever, it focuses on mutual attraction and pleasure without the hassle of being tied down in a relationship." He quickly filled the creeping silence. "So there is no exclusivity?' Ivory questioned, unsure of whether she would be able to handle him being intimate with her and other females at the same time. She knew it wasn't a relationship and,

With a menacing voice he asked me “And why would I believe anything that you say? If the little that I know about you is correct, you were always jealous of her.” I knew that he would probably not believe me. Cause as much as he intimidates me, I also can’t deny how he treats Andrea differently from anyone else he comes to contact with. Every time he looks at her, he gets a soft look on his face. So, there is no denying that he would choose to believe his wife he loves more than any other human being over her sister whom he hardly knows about.

I don't know why but my heart felt like it's shuttering into tiny pieces when I saw how his lone tear fell from his left eye. I read an article before that when a person's tear fell from its left eye, it means sadness... Is he sad? Why? Do he have the right? "You're the only person that I treasure except from my family. You're the only woman that I desire despite of the others judgement towards you. I love you baby... All of you... From your perfection to imperfections... I love everything about you including your flaws... But why can't you see it? Feel it? I'm very possessive to you because I only want you to myself. Just mine." he lowered his head and let it rest on my chest.