Amorous Jax Novels & Stories

she whispered, her lips finding his again, the kiss deepening into something raw and electric. They lost themselves in each other, the dorm room a cocoon of rekindled passion. The jealousy that had sparked the night fueled a possessiveness that made every touch more intense, every glance more meaningful. Mira’s anger at Tyler faded, replaced by the overwhelming love she felt for Ethan—the boy who’d crossed the country to surprise her, who’d fought for her, who’d never stopped being her home. As they lay tangled together, the world outside faded, leaving only the promise of a new chapter, where temptation was conquered by devotion, and their love burned brighter than ever.

Then his eyes. Mismatched. One blue so pale it's almost silver. One dark amber that glows like backlit whiskey. Both fixed on the camera like he already knows who's staring back and exactly what they're thinking. The caption loads beneath. ‘Jax. Lycan Alpha Emperor. Annual Unity Gala, 2025.* The air leaves my lungs in one violent exhale.

"See that? Every touch and closeness they create is a sin. While we, every touch and closeness we create is a reward." "Alhamdulillah. That's why I immediately had good intentions to marry you when I fell in love with you, so I proposed. Because, you know, I was afraid that my true love, which is an instinct, would become a field of sin for both of us. Moreover, I was afraid that a woman like you, with the qualities of a heavenly maiden, would be proposed to by someone else first!" Once again, Joe's words contained temptation. It made Kylie shake her head, answering, "I am far from being a heavenly maiden. I am not perfect; there is still much lacking. Moreover, my appearance is not very Isl

He grabbed her by the waist, pulled her in for a rough kiss, then walked her backward toward the living room. “Show me,” he ordered. Emma opened her robe and bent over the arm of the big couch, the same couch where she and Mark watched movies together. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks, showing him her messy, leaking pussy. Jax groaned in approval. “Good girl. Still full of my cum like a proper whore.” He pulled his jeans, freeing his massive nine-inch cock. It looked even thicker in the daylight, veins pulsing. He didn’t rush. This time he took it slow. Jax rubbed the fat head up and down her cum-slick pussy, teasing her entrance before finally pushing in. Inch by inch, he sank int

Jax had her on all fours on the couch, slamming into her with everything left in him. “Cum with me,” he demanded. “Let the whole fucking arena know who owns this pussy tonight.” They exploded together. Ava screamed his name as her most powerful orgasm yet ripped through her, squirting around his cock. Jax pumped hot cum inside her. “Best backstage pass I’ve ever given,” he murmured with a cocky grin. Ava laughed breathlessly. The rockstar’s energy had completely consumed her, and she wanted more.

He said, his eyes dark with passion. As he bent his neck to kiss her, everything turned dark for her, her legs turned wobbly and she felt like jelly all over. She was terribly finished when it came to Gavin Hasters. He leaned in, and her back found the edge of the long glass table. His arms caged her in, one on each side. “Can I?” He asked, his lips close to hers.

"Safe down, why don't you understand?" He said angrily at the sound of her terrified voice. And came to him in a confused manner "Climb over my shoulder and then grab this tree trunk. I'll tell you how to climb above it." Xavier said in a depressing manner and placed the fingers of both his hands intertwined on his knee so that he could bear the weight of it. She put her hand on the trunk and as soon as she put her hand on it, she hung up. He got up quickly and grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up.

But hearing her say another man's name through the phone—hearing the casual, comfortable way she explained she was sitting in a restaurant with another male coworker—had triggered a dark, primal jealousy so intense it practically blinded him. He didn't want her smiling at another man. He didn't want her sitting across a table from anyone else. Xavier braced his hands flat on the edge of his mahogany desk, leaning his weight forward as he stared out the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. His chest heaved with a slow, dangerous breath. He had written the rules. He had explicitly designed the contract to strip away all emotional attachment, ensuring the arrangement remained purely transactional

"I understand, look for me. I will be Samantha, I'm sure you know his name. that is his alias, I'll be Samantha Aaron." Damian smiled, "you will be a perfect mother Samantha." He said and leaned in to her, brushing off strands of hair that had fallen to her face. Mae gasped as his hand brushed over her face, her breath hitched as he leaned in and her eyes met his before they flickered down to her lips.

Just great, first, I had to apologise and convince Elena and now I had to put her sister into consideration as well, just what I needed. "Amy." I crouched low to her height, "I know it was very unpleasant of me and I promise to make it up to you in any way you might want me to." I said. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" I asked her and I watched her face slowly brighten up. "Anything?" "Anything at all." I assured her. "Okay, I've always wanted to meet Jojo Siwa, can you make that happen?" She raised one doubting eyebrow at me.