Contemporary Western Romance Novels & Stories

The first time I ever felt real care for a lady, and it's so unbelievable to know the girl was a werewolf, my enemy. "We have to meet her again." My vampire beast broke in, and I growled in annoyance. "Just stop talking to me when I'm having a serious thought! I don't need your opinion." I hissed and rolled to the other side of my bed, facing the wall. I don't know how to love anymore. I don't want to hear that word, and my heart and soul are against it. No lady will ever have the chance to win my heart. No one should be my weakness, because that would be the beginning of my downfall.

I shivered as his hands cupped my breasts, thumbs circling my hard nipples. “You’re still such an arrogant prick,” I whispered, but I arched into his touch. My pussy was already dripping, aching for him after weeks of tense meetings where we fucked in secret between arguments. Ronan pushed me back onto the bed and stripped quickly, his thick cock springing free, heavy and veined. “And you’re still a stubborn little brat who gets wet arguing with me.” He climbed over me, spreading my legs wide and rubbing his cockhead up and down my slick folds. “Tell me you want this.”

They heat me up quickly and make me wild. This wine isn't meant to make one feel high. No. It's for creating that romantic moment. I always take it for Lysa because I never want her to think that her choices aren't welcomed. I take a few more sips, and I then take a large gulp and without swallowing, I pull her to me and feed her slowly as I kiss her. After I am done feeding her, I prolong the kiss as I suck on her tongue and I watch her go weak and I break the kiss.

Every time I brought up marriage, he brushed me off, saying, "The company's still growing. I can't give you the best yet." Time and time again, I compromised. I spent my best years waiting, and finally... He claimed I was not mature, not tolerant enough of his boundaries, and being crossed with someone else. I laughed. "Go take a shower. You smell awful." Jeremy thought I had backed down. He let out a breath of relief and headed into the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the air. I picked up his phone. The password was still my birthday. He thought it was a sign of devotion.

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

My fingers almost brushed his again, and a faint hint of his scent—something like cold mountain air and expensive cologne—hit my nose. This was pathetic. I’d been around lethal, attractive wolves before without losing my composure. Take Ronan Hardfang, for instance—dark, dangerous, and a favorite of the district scouts. Or Lucien Winstorm, a literal wolf-god with blue eyes and platinum hair. Then there was Garrick Warclaw, who looked like a recruitment poster for the High Alpha’s guard. They all made heads turn, and I’d always been perfectly cool under their gaze. So why was I suddenly fumbling over a guy in a borrowed shirt?

I am hungry for your love Cassandra, that's the only thing I want to eat right now" he whispered to her and kissed her softly on her neck. Cassandra let out a soft moan, she closed her eyes feeling the touch of his lips on her skin. Her body grew in deep arousal, all she wants right now is no one else but him. Dennis didn't stop kissing her softly on her neck, he wrapped his arms around her waist, his lips still on her neck as he placed more kisses on her, the possessive spirit inside of him was growing so fast that he wanted to have her right that moment but first, he wants her to feel his deep craving love as he touches her more passionately. Gently, he let go of her neck, stared into her

She was at the tip of the precipice, ready to fall off at the smallest push. "Ugh! yes... ahh!" Asher groans out his completion, the heat of his nectar finally pushing Cassidy off the precipice. "Ahh! yes, yes! yes!" Cassidy's orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks, her hips moving at a fiery speed, the world exploded before her eyes in a cacophony of bright colors, a molten heat spreading from her core, all the muscles in her body contracting and releasing in tandem. Cassidy burst out laughing, thoroughly spent, a romp with Asher was always tiring.

Chapter 5: The Shadow Within With each passing day, Emilia's bond with Ryder deepened, their love blossoming amidst the shadows of Ravenwood. But as they reveled in the fleeting moments of stolen passion, a dark cloud loomed on the horizon, threatening to shatter their fragile happiness. Emilia and Ryder's hunt as werewolves was exhilarating. They chased down prey under the moonlight, their senses heightened, their bond growing stronger. They could feel each other's thoughts, anticipate each other's moves. They were a team, a unit, a pack.

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.