Books With Intense Romance Novels & Stories

Chapter 9 Cassiel kneels between my spread legs, his cold fingers wrapping around my hips to position me just right. I can feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my untouched entrance, the threat of it making me tremble. But i feel something strange. A strange heat blooms in my chest, spreading through my veins like wildfire. My vision swims, the edges blurring not with tears but with a dizzying rush of pure, terrifying lust. My skin flushes, beads of sweat forming on my brow as my pulse starts roaring in my ears. Every nerve ending comes alive, hypersensitive and screaming for more. The pain from Evren's assault melts away, replaced by an insatiable hunger that makes no sense.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

I whisper, afraid of the emotions whirling up inside of me. Threatening to overwhelm me. I can’t let him know how deeply I already care for him and how much I crave him. “It was intense, wasn’t it? “Totally,” Callum agrees, sounding like my kisses have the power to get him high. “But I didn’t mind. At first, I was surprised by how much I could take, how much I enjoyed it. I loved every minute.” This only makes me kiss him more. And this is trouble. Once I start kissing him, I can’t stop. And it fucking scares me. Terrifies me.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

He lathered his cock with my wetness and all I could do was moan and cry for more. I felt him release one hand then felt the hand between our hips. He was going to put his cock in and I couldn't wait. I moaned and shuddered when he grabbed his cock and rubbed his tip at my entrance. Anthony brought his lips closer to mine, making us breathe into each other's mouth. I looked at him through hooded eyes, seeing the passion and flushed expression on his face. “I hate you so fucking much,” he said heatedly. “I love you so much,” I said and he moaned.

I closed my eyes and brushed my lips against hers. Love is all about becoming silly. In order to have it, you need to come out of your comfort zone and embrace it with all your heart. There would be many love stories displaying different types of love. Some remain incomplete. Some are painful. Some are filled with happiness, while others are built by destiny. But in the end, it is all about finding the intense love in each other and holding onto it.

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It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, but the moment his thick cock pushed inside me in one long, slow stroke, pleasure overrode the ache.