Draw Lovers Novels & Stories

Talia's eyes looked far away. Just like always, she was already in love with someone she barely knew. Talia is obsessed with the idea of true love. Sira, on the other hand, wasn't sure she believed in it. She felt like loving was certainly just a choice that happened to work out, she never had an interest in finding a man that would give her butterflies. She was perfectly okay with simply finding one she could live with without fighting and have an easier life together. Her parents marriage worked perfectly, but no one would look at them and say they have the kind of love that happens in movies. At least that was what Sira thought before her dad had a heart attack. She saw that her mom would

I haven’t been attracted to anyone else ever since. I would love nothing more than to be able to openly embrace her and carelessly love her in front of any one and every one but life just isn’t always that easy. We risk so much with this bond. A vampire and werewolf bond is just unthinkable and both of our families would no doubt kill us.

She added. "That will be no problem my love, she has even requested to see you." King Darken said as he parted her legs to stay in between her legs. "I have missed your body." He added and pressed his lips on hers. With magic, Lora removed their clothes and they lay naked in each other's arms. King Darken slowly made love to his mate. ******* Witch Kingdom:

Even after hours of lovemaking, desire simmered endlessly between them. Darius’s cock stirred against Elara’s thigh. “Then let’s celebrate properly. No audience this time. Just us.” He rolled Liora beneath him first, spreading her legs wide and burying his face between her thighs. His tongue delved deep, lapping at her folds with long, possessive strokes while Elara straddled Liora’s face, facing Darius.

When he said he wanted to experience an auction, she bought out every piece of jewelry in the room and laid them at his feet. When he said he wanted a star, she purchased a newly discovered planet and named it "My Beloved". Everyone in Harborfield's social circle said the same thing. Reid had waited ten years, only to watch someone else walk off with the prize. Maren had spent a decade going in circles, and in the end, Roman was the one she could never resist. Every gossip outlet in the city documented every last gesture as peak romance. The stories trended day after day, and the rest of the country watched with envy.

There was only us, only this, only the burning need that consumed us both, only the love that was stronger than anything else in the world. “Look at me,” he growled, pulling my face up to look at him, his eyes dark and bright and full of everything he felt, love, lust, need, possession, all of it burning so bright I could see it clear as day. “Tell me who you belong to. Say it loud.” I cried out, my body trembling, pleasure building up again so strong it almost hurt, so strong it made my head spin. “You! I belong to you! Only you! No one else! Nothing else! I’m yours! Only yours!”

He removed her nightgown slowly, reverently, revealing the beauty he had only imagined. His kisses were slow, trailing down her collarbone to her chest, where he lingered, savoring every moan that slipped from her lips. Vienna's hands found his belt and undid it, her fingers tracing lower until Alan caught her hand. "Let me," he said softly, standing to undress fully before returning to her, skin against skin. She gazed at him in awe, her touch exploring the lines of his body. When they came together again beneath the covers, it wasn't just passion-it was years of yearning, of pain, of unspoken promises finally set free.

“You drank like you wanted to disappear. And when I tried to leave you there, you followed me.” I gasped, shaking my head. “You’re lying!” He walked over to the table and pulled something from his wallet. A black card. He tossed it onto the bed beside me. "There's money in it. Take it. Treat yourself to something nice. Tell it's a gift for the night." The tears I'd held back finally fell. "What kind of man are you?" I demanded in amazement. "I don't want your money. I'm not that type of woman!"

"Open your eyes for your sweetheart," "No," "Okay then, stubborn baby girl," He brushed his fingers down her area and she gasped, opening her eyes immediately. "Now, there we go," he grinned.

I expressed, and our night was filled with moans and pleasures. THE END. My Dear Readers, Thank you for supporting my story. It means so much to me. Love lots! Lovesassydreamer F*: Lovesassydreamer writes Email: love.sassydreamer@g***l.com