Como Amar A Un Hombre Novels & Stories

He said, holding my stare. “Really?” I questioned, my fingers curling into fists as finally the hurt and anger pushed the pleasure and want for this man behind. “Because as far as I know when you love someone you don’t manipulate them. You don’t make their choices for them. You don’t control their every decision. You don’t clip their wings so they don’t get a chance to fly. And you sure as hell don’t lie and hide things from the person you love, Jonathan.”

***POV: Amara*** I touch my fingers to where his lips just were. I should walk away right now before this goes any further, but my feet won’t move. My entire body starving for another taste of him. Being in love with this man feels like what an addiction must feel like. I look away from his intense gaze, needing a break from all of the conflicting emotions within me. I take a deep breath, gather my resolved and make eye contact again. No dice, I still want to jump in his arms.

I looked into his eyes as he spoke against my lips. “No one, Zeve. No one. The only thing any other man in this world with attract by getting attracted to you would be his death. You don’t allow me to touch you, no problem. I’ll wait. But no other man is allowed to touch or even think about you and stay alive. You are my wife.” “Amor,” I held his biceps. Was he jealous? “It’s normal to get attracted to a woman in her heat…” “Not to my woman,” he whispered, leaning closer to my ear.

His shoulders slumped slightly, and his hands, once steady, trembled at his sides. “You think this is about love,” Darren said finally, his voice low, almost broken. “But one day, you’ll see you’re making a mistake. That man will never understand you the way I do.” Amara’s lips curved in the faintest smile, one touched with sadness. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe Liam won’t understand me in the ways you do. But he doesn’t try to control me either. He listens. He sees me, Darren, not just the version of me you wanted to mold.”

He reached out, his hand gently cupping her cheek, his touch tender and reassuring. "My dearest Ameera," he spoke softly, his voice filled with love and understanding, "There is no right or wrong when it comes to love. Our connection is a sacred bond that transcends judgment or societal norms. What matters is that we share this moment together, guided by our love and respect for each other."

" He promised as he placed Kashmir's hand to the left side of his chest. "My heart beats for you alone always, love. No other woman will make my heart beat as you do." "Thank you Amaro. I always pray that one day I will wake up and love you as you love me." Kashmir said and snuggled on his neck. Amaro hugged her to make their bodies closer. He was pensive as sleep evaded him. 'How did that man capture her heart that she is having a hard time forgetting him?'

I continue my spiel, “Women are emotional creatures. Different people require different approaches, but they also have similarities. They like romance and prefer someone who consistently treats them well.” Alexander looks at me, a mix of skepticism and curiosity in his eyes. “Is it really that simple?” he asks, his voice laced with doubt. I nod enthusiastically, leaning in closer. “Absolutely,” I assure him. “It may sound cliché, but sometimes clichés work. Romance is about showing your affection and making her feel special. Take her on dates, spend quality time together, and open up to her about your emotions.” He nods gently. “Okay.” “Don’t act so cold and distant like you do. Or else, she

"Yes, Amora. A man who buys you a house, maids to take care of your every needs, a man who cares so badly for you? That's the goal of every woman, a man that cares and loves deeply." "Camila, I'm not sure anymore." Amora's face creased with worries. "You should be, he is willing to tear off his limb for you." "That's not true, he almost killed me once." Amora voiced out his face laced with fear. "You shouldn't think much on that, he killed someone for you, didn't he?" Amora nodded her head and sighed, "I just wish he could stop getting angry at me all the time. I just wish he could love me."

Instead, it looked more like he wanted to get rid of him and make the world a quieter place? Amelia never thought someone would just say what she said out loud. She touched her nose and said, "You praise me like that, it just feels kind of weird." "Strange?" Carl smiled, speaking gently, "I was just showing your appreciation for you." The man realized something right away and blurted out, "I don't want your wife's appreciation!" Amelia: ?? The man went "ah" and explained, "Here's the thing, I actually had someone too, and there was also a 'the beloved,' the kind I just couldn't forget, so I definitely wasn't interested in any other woman."

His fingers slid through her hair, gripping the back of her neck to deepen the kiss, making it utterly intimate. Touch by touch, Maverick's caresses began to dismantle her defenses. His skillful tongue swept through her mouth, drinking her in and coaxing her with an intoxicating rhythm. Slowly but surely, Amora’s rigid body began to soften. Damn it, she cursed inwardly, realizing she was losing once again to this infuriating man's charm. Gradually, the tight grip of her hands on his shoulders softened into a gentle squeeze—a silent surrender that she was beginning to yield and enjoy every single inch of her husband's game.