Draw Lovers Novels & Stories

And Venus anchors the western sky shortly after sunset as the dazzling Evening Star. She paused from her genius thoughts when a warm embrace envelops her waist, and a jaw was resting on her shoulder. “Care to share your thoughts?” Andrius whispered. She turned around and face him. She lingers her arms on his nape as she leaned on the railings. Andrius then walked a little closer and put his hand on the railings to balance his body. As their eyes met, they feel charged and euphoric. She could haven’t thought that she was romantically in love—that she could have a person with whom she can share the key goal of life—falling to Andrius whom she always feels excitement and even exhilaration.

At that, Reagan turned her head toward me and said tauntingly, "You see, Ruth? The one Zayne truly loves is me. You'll stay and experience hell on earth." Brad stood up slowly and walked over to Zayne. He patted Zayne's cheek like he was petting a dog. He snarled, "Leave? Young man, have you watched one too many movies? I said you could bring her so that you'll get to see your lover. I never said you could go." All color drained from Zayne's face. His lips quivered as he asked in a shaky voice, "Sir, that's not what we agreed on…"

He looked so hungry and wild, his black hair was unruly, he is so sexy, and bad-- really, really bad. He pushed me on the bed, I moaned as his lips fervently clashes with mine. He lifted up my shirt, without breaking our kiss, making my skin and my upper breast visible from my red bra. His tongue was claiming my mouth, biting my lip, sucking my tongue to his--I gripped some of his hair, as his tongue slid to my neck. He then moved to unhook the front of my bra exposing my swollen breast to him. I felt his hand move to grope them, putting my nipple between his middle and forefinger, pulling lightly-- the other, sliding his finger at my navel. His nails lightly grazed my skin as it travelled f

god. It wasn’t just his looks that captivated her. There was a charismatic element about his energy. He emitted pheromones that were like magnets pulling her to him. Her heart pounded and her blood rushed with desire the longer she stood next to him. Between his good looks and his spellbinding pheromones, anyone he wanted to lure to him just didn’t stand a chance.

I giggled. “I can be,” he said with a smile. “You can also be quite sexy,” I whispered as I nuzzled my face into his chest and licked it sensually. “Ah ha, oh wanton one. Pray tell what’s on your mind?” he chuckled. “If you can’t figure that out, you’re a worthless lover,” I teased.

Taking a breath as the next card calls, she draws a smile as she speaks. “The lovers.” Lighten up and quite a bit, she relaxes her stance and she read the meaning. “Represents the two souls that the heavens draw together from the very beginning. Their lives will never be in rose, as things and scenes will try and break them apart. But to destiny’s will and fates command, just who would have the right, and power to fulfill such scheme?” Continuing the howl of the deck that represents each individual she knows.

( Hmmm… fishing for information also? He looked intently at her before he answered. “ Never.” “Why is that?” she asked. “ I find it hard… you know…love is like venturing into business. You need to invest time, effort, feelings and more but you’ll never know what you will get in return.” Gil thoughtfully explained.

"That's weird. We won't know who is who." "There will be some kind of distinction. You'll know who it is. The point is, people will like you for who you are, not for how you look." I glanced at her. "People don't like you only because you're beautiful. I, no, we can all tell that you have a good heart. It reflects in how you act and treat people. That's why the fans love you." She snorted. "Say that again when you find someone who will fall in love with me after knowing what kind of monster I am."

Helena’s POV He was too close. Close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath brushing against my lips, close enough that if I tilted my head just slightly, just a bit, it would happen. My body reacted before I could think, leaning in without my mind following, like it already knew the ending to this moment and was just trying to get there faster. This is Liam. Not a stranger, not someone new. But someone I had known, someone I had trusted, someone I had once chosen without thinking twice.

But he had bad bed manners and didn't know how to make love to a woman properly. She wanted to feel him touch her. To feel his lips on her, to feel his jaw graze the insides of her legs. She wanted all of that. Sometimes, when no one was looking, she'd draw images of them having passionate sex. And her face would be twisted in a moan, and he'd have his mouth open ready to take her and pour inside of her. That was the fantasy she held at the back of her mind. And she could not stop those thoughts from haunting her peace, until she finally experienced it.