Contemporary Romance Books Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 Lyra's POV I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer against me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more contact. His deep groan vibrated through his chest and into mine, making everything inside me clench with desperate need. My fingers dug into his shirt as he continued kissing and sucking at my neck. He grabbed my waist, half-pulling, half-lifting me toward the bedroom. I felt more like a doll being moved than a person being carried. I knew this was wrong. I knew I shouldn't be here in his arms, and shouldn't be enjoying every second of this forbidden moment.

"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.

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Our bodies pressed flush together, and I gasped into his mouth at the new closeness. His hand slipped under the back of my shirt, his warm palm gliding slowly up my bare spine. I shivered violently at the skin-to-skin contact, a rush of goosebumps spreading across my body. The sensation was electric. I had to break the kiss, pulling back with a shaky breath. We stared at each other, our faces inches apart, both breathing hard. His eyes were dark with passion, pupils blown wide. My heart was racing so fast I felt dizzy. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered, his voice rough and full of want.

But my impression of badboys was about to change. I sat in the library with a pile of history books on the table beside me. I copied something in my notebook while making reference to the bulky textbook open beside me. I dropped my pen down and sighed irritatedly as the sound of hushed moans kept distracting me. “Fuck yeah. I want three fingers now” The girl whispered huskily and I screwed my nose up in disgust. How could people actually pick a library out of all places to make out in? I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library.

And there she was — Professor Mia Cromwell — bent over, trying to gather the scattered books, her pencil skirt hugging her ass in a way that made my cock twitch. I crouched down beside her and helped pick them up, handing her the stack with a small smile. “Here you go, Professor,” I said, my voice low. “You seem a little… distracted today.” Mia took the books from me, cheeks flushing that beautiful shade of pink I was quickly becoming addicted to. Her fingers brushed mine for a brief second, and I felt the spark of the mate bond shoot through both of us. She pulled back quickly, clutching the textbooks to her chest like armor.

Then she was gone. I lay there in the dark, the taste of her still in my mouth, the wet heat of her still on my cock. The room smelled like sex and a different perfume. Outside, the city kept moving. Inside, nothing had changed except the ache in my muscles and the knowledge that she might walk back in tomorrow and do it all over again. Or she might not. Either way, I already knew I’d be at that bar at midnight. Some things don’t need names. Some things just need the dark, a locked door, and the kind of hunger that doesn’t ask for more than one night at a time. I closed my eyes and let the quiet settle back in.

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

"Daniel." "He's asleep." Julian lowered himself into 4E, across the narrow gap from her, and kept his voice low. He'd taken off his jacket. In the blue glow of the cabin lights, he looked younger, and more tired. "I wanted to tell you something. I should have told you before." "If this is about Friday, I understand." "It isn't about Friday." A flicker of something crossed his face. "Well. Not only Friday." She waited. "The bookstore chain," he said. "Halloway Books. Your portfolio."

“We’re just discussing literature. Nothing to be afraid of dear.” “I know, Professor,” she whispered, cheeks burning. Her modest white sundress suddenly felt really thin to her. “It’s just… some of these passages are very… vivid.” Ryan leaned down, his breath warm against her ear as he reached past her to turn the page of the open book. “That’s the beauty of it. Desire hidden beneath propriety. The way a single touch or glance can awaken something primal.” His fingers brushed the side of her neck. “Tell me, sweet girl… have you ever felt that kind of desire?”