Abduction Romance Novels & Stories

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

"I was talking about that one! Room 143!" "Room 143?" I looked at him again and he looked so pissed. "What does it have to do with us when we are at the abandoned building?" He sighed heavily before pushing me off the bed. "Go. I can't talk to you anymore. You're so slow." As soon as he said that, I finally and miraculously figured out what he wanted to say. He's using the number 143 as a way to say I LOVE YOU since I am 1 letter, Love consists of 4 letters, and You consists of 3 letters.

The stretch burned, but it was good, a kind of ache I couldn’t resist. “That’s it,” he coaxed, kissing my throat as he moved his finger. “Take me in, pretty girl.” Another whimper escaped me as he added a second finger, stretching me further. My hands clawed at the sheets, my hips moving helplessly against him. “Relax,” he whispered, his thumb brushing my cheek as his fingers worked me open. “I’ve got you. I just need to make sure you’re ready.” I dug my nails into his back, dragging them down, and he hissed at the sting but never slowed. His mouth found mine again, swallowing my cries, and when he finally pulled his hand away, I was panting, my body trembling.

Adrian reached across the table and took her hand, the cards forgotten between them, and Arabella found herself thinking that this—the ridiculous pile of dried beans, his wounded dignity over four consecutive losses, the easy, unguarded laughter that had filled this room for hours—felt more like the marriage she’d wanted, without ever quite letting herself name the want, than any gala or careful, choreographed public appearance ever had. “Best of seven,” Adrian said. “I refuse to accept these results as final.” “You’re going to lose best of seven too.” “Probably,” he admitted, something easy and unguarded in his smile that she suspected very few people beyond this room had ever been permitte

Adam moves to Alice's lips again, but instead of a light, gentle kiss, Adam plants a passion-filled kiss on Alice, and her eyes pop open at the change in tempo. Adam slides his hand down to the hem of Alices' gown and slowly slides his hand under it, fingers lightly dragging along her skin, up until he is at her womanhood. He feels her silk panties and rubs gently at the center of them.

he demanded, thrusting deeper. “I love it!” Ava cried out, pushing back to meet every brutal thrust. “I love your cock… I love being your dirty little intern… Fuck me harder, Adrian!” Adrian fucked her even harder, spanking her ass while he railed her against the glass. He suddenly pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her so her back was against the window and her legs wrapped around his waist. He slammed back inside her, fucking her standing up against the glass while the city lights sparkled behind her.

He paused upon noticing her wedding picture with Dominic gracing the wall. "What?" she asked. "You're married," he said, pointing at the photograph. "He is out of town," she responded. "He doesn't make you happy?" "Yeah. So please, make me happy," she said seductively. "Gladly," he said and pulled her closer. "He doesn't know what he is missing, leaving a hot babe like you alone." She giggled and leaned in closer. The guy began to plant kisses on her neck. Andra knew what she was doing was wrong but she could not stop. She was lost in her feelings of abandonment.

In my ears, he spoke softly: "This is not the father's will, and you know that." He let go of his arms around me and smiled. "You can end this war, sister. The Alpha of the lycanthrope has promised to withdraw his forces and leave us alone if we give you to him. It hurts us dearly, sister, but it is out of our hands now. You will be honoured for your bravery for ages to come, and generations will tell your story. "

Well my surprise for how is not over and you know I planned to handle the little rascal I looked at the little rascal Kaven who is asleep in mum's arms ,I traced Vida's eyes and it was on her mother. "Mum??"I heard her mutter Vida's mother walked to where Vida was "I am so sorry"She said "You abandoned me"Vida said "I watched you from afar,I watched you grow.Hector will not let me go close to you.I'm sorry"Vida's mother said "It was not her fault Vida.Just forget about the past,I have one more surprise for you"I said

Two girls in black gowns followed close behind her, their bare feet making sounds against the stone floor. Minutes passed like hours before the spell took hold. Umbriel’s voice rose and fell in a language older than the kingdom itself, her hands circling above the pot as the smoke wrapped around Abraham. The fire in his body stilled, his muscles easing as if chains had been thrown over Zubat’s rage. Slowly, Abraham’s eyes cracked open. He released a deep, shuddering sigh, the kind that carried both relief and exhaustion. Umbriel lowered the pot, her gaze sharp as she studied him. “It seems,” she said calmly, “that we’ll need to fasten the date of the marriage.”