Age Gap Dark Romance Novels & Stories

The room is quiet, the rain drumming a steady, relentless beat against the glass, but inside, the fire is just beginning to roar. I pull him against me, the heat of our bodies bridging the gap between our souls, and for the first time in my life, I don't care about the cost. If it’s blood they want, they will have it. But they will never have him. I lean down and capture his lips with mine, a kiss that is a clash of wills, a desperate, hungry exchange of everything we are. It is a kiss that tastes of rain, of danger, and of the primal, irreversible truth that we belong to each other.

BOOK SIX will chronicle Drew Jacobson as he falls for the team's new older public relations staff. TROPE: AGE-GAP ROMANCE. + Some TRIGGERS include: addiction, drug abuse, suicide, depression, mentions of sexual assault, stalking, aggravated jealousy, infidelity, parental loss/abandonment, blackmail, stalking, graphic sex and sexual harassment, blackmail, revenge p**n, objectification, suicidal ideation, bullying, eating disorders, family issues, mental health issues, domestic violence, self-harm, eating disorder, psychological/verbal abuse, sadism-masochism, reference to cheating and emotional manipulation.

Ronan grip tightened just a fraction, his body molding even closer to hers until she could feel the steady, thumping heat of his chest against her own. “I know exactly who you are, Rissa,” he rasped, his gaze dropping to her lips before snapping back to her wide, panicked eyes. “You’re the woman Finn ignores.” He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, mocking the distance she tried to maintain. “Does he even know the color of your eyes when the lights are off? Does he know the sound you make when you’ve lost your mind? No. But I do.” “You’re sick,” she spat, though her strength was flagging. The way he looked at her like he was seeing every dark, hidden part of her soul made her feel mo

I felt empty and oversensitive and still aching for more. Maya looked up at him. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes were dark. “My turn,” she said quietly. Dominic stared at her for a long second. Guilt and hunger warred across his face. Then he reached down, cupped the back of her head, and pulled her up into a deep, messy kiss while I watched, still bent over the couch, thighs shaking, his come...slick still dripping out of me. The night was nowhere near over.

She immediately comes to herself, then she looks at me. “Ahh, hi Nicolette! It’s, okay?” “Yeah, and you?” “I am always happy.” “Why were you looking lovingly at the door of the head of the department?” I ask to see her trunk. “There is the big boss and he’s like the most beautiful guy on the planet. Ah! how sexy he is, you don’t know Gray.” “You are delirious,” I said, laughing. “He must be old.” “No, not even. He is only 28 years old and he has no wife.”

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His being this near her affected her in ways she couldn't explain, worst this time around than ever before. This time around, her body wanted to be touched, and it had to be touched. "Well?" Her dark eyes watched as his lips etched upwards, baring a wicked grin on his lips. "Not-" Her reply was cut short as Michael slammed his lips against hers. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, tasting her hungrily as they devoured hers. When they trailed down where he marked her, she felt a wave of pleasure wash through her, and the fire began to cool down. "I don't think this is a good idea or timing." She whispered, brushing her fingers through his hair and pulling them slightly as a pleasure released

"Yes, Babe go on." "You like that?" "Yes lick it more babe, hmm that's it you're hitting the spot." "Love it? Louder babe." "Oh yes, go on!" I am here in the dark garden with the guy, maybe God knows him, but not me. I missed this. It's been weeks since my last. He's so good. We met earlier and decided not to attend the poem reading. Well, this a lot way better than that. He stood up and kissed my neck. He faced me on the ground , I know what he wants. So I bent down , he raised my skirt up to my waist and he unbuckled his pants.

It was better than standing. His eyes captured hers. “Don’t let go of the sheets.” he instructed and she nodded before he nudged her thighs apart and knelt between them. Then he pulled off his dark teal short-sleeved vest, revealing his toned broad chest, which made her breath come up faster. She felt small as she laid underneath him, completely at his mercy as he bent his body over hers, his hands on each side of her head, dominating her. He closed his mouth over hers, French kissing her deeply again, both of them moaning.

He asks extending his hand. Talking with him for some time won't hurt and he seems to be a nice guy. "I am Analise." I shake his hand. "So, are we friends now?" He asks. "I guess so." I laugh lightly. NIGHT TIME I am back in my room now after having dinner alone. Chiara never sits with me. According to her it is against the rules. Niccolo and I talked for quite some while. I got to know that he is married. His wife name is Aria. He told me funny stories of his past and his childhood.