Draw Lovers Novels & Stories

Drew said while a menacing smirk played on his face as he stared Roman down. “ You wouldn’t…” Roman said before he laughed hysterically. “ What? What did he mean by that?” Elora asked but Roman and Drew were too busy staring each other down. “ He means to challenge me for your hand as my Luna,” Roman eventually answered. “ That’s ridiculous, I’m not some prized material for you guys to fight over. Roman is my boyfriend, my mate and my lover and he always will be. Go cry about it,” Elora taunted wiping the smile off his face.

Mae asked curiously staring at the cover, "It's called,lovers moon…it's an ancient story of two lovers that was searching for forever…it's really nice" Mathew said to Mae as she smiled and nodded, "Sounds nice…okay let's go" Mae said as Mathew started reading,his hands underneath her clothes playing with her nipples, everytime he had to turn to the next page Mae did it for him,it got to one if his favorite part,it was a sex scene between kita and Lora the two lovers in the book, "He couldn't wait as he kept ramming inside her, twisting his waist as his thrust kept becoming heavy,it was so deep that Lora couldn't stop cumming…"

He starts by undressing her, exposing her in just a red lingerie as his eyes darkens with desire. Kissing her from her fingertips up to her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her lips making her body set ablaze with passion. Slowly memorising her body with his tongue, he continues his assault on Lia's body. Her moans are like music to his ears. This was more than just sex, it felt like two people in love sealing their bond.

The perfect lover. Her lover stroked her forehead, smoothing back the curls. ‘I am for you, my darling,’ he said softly. An ache built within Josie. Her sex seemed actually to throb with lustful heat. Oh God, she needed desperately for him to bury himself in her liquid warmth. Her eyes met his. He seemed to know what she wanted. In a moment he had turned her around, bent her forwards over the broad stool. The drawers gaped open around her bottom. She smelled the sweet pungent musk of her own arousal. Then she was sinking back onto him, guiding the head of his cock into the tight purse of her sex. His flesh filled her, the stout head forging into her molten core.

“You two look flushed. Good talk?” “Brother in-law stuff,” Jordan said, voice hoarse. He kissed her temple to cover the shake in his hands. She melted into it, eyes soft. Midnight in the beautifully decorated suite with lots of red roses and chocolate, Rhonda had changed into black lace lingerie that hugged every curve. She stood by the bed, nervous but determined. “I know it’s a contract. But I want this to be real where it can be.” She stepped close, hands sliding under his shirt. “Touch me. Please.”

he whispered, his voice rough with the promise of what was to come. Hunter, ever the silent observer, placed a hand on my back, his fingers tracing the curve of my spine. “You’ve earned this, Loraine,” he murmured, his words settling over me like a comforting weight. “Let go. Let us take care of you.” I could feel my body responding, a pull deep within me, a craving I had never truly acknowledged until now. These men—these wolves—had a way of making me feel more alive than I ever thought possible. But it wasn’t just the physical connection. It was something deeper, something rooted in trust, in love, in the undeniable bond of mates and pack.

CARL. Olivia's face is gorgeous. She has one of those faces that are not doll-like, but rather, sexy and representative. Yes, those faces represent life and wisdom, no matter what. They represent the ability to love and to claim when they need some love nearby. And there she was, Olivia Quintero completely naked before me, inside the shower of a five-star hotel on a stunning and touristic island of Venezuela, after making love, with that sparkling look and that redness from the past excitement and the movements, my movements and my touches, my fault all her reds on the skin, that shaved, beautiful, and preened, was the wrapper of a precious and desirable body.

“Is it bad for you to spend just one night with me? You don’t have to leave every time we have sex like I’m some stripper you found on the streets.” His hand picks a loose tendril of my dark hair, tucking it behind my ear. This is the Ryat I fell in love with. The Ryat who is gentle with me and actually sees me more than an object he can use every week. “You are a stripper, Olivia. Are you forgetting that? Are you forgetting you’ve been spreading your legs for me every time I get you on this bed? See you on Tuesday, curvy. I want those legs even wider for me when I see you again.”

But for now they’ll only mark each other. The door creaked open, and Lorcan stepped inside, his presence commanding yet gentle. He wore casual attire, his eyes locked onto Fedora, their intensity igniting a spark of desire within her. The moonlight cascaded over her like a celestial veil, highlighting her beauty and making her heart race.

I squeezed her hand and bit my lower lip. Heck! I want this interview to finish now, for Christ's sake! "How would you describe Drew Mondragon as a lover?" another one asked. Beauty paused and looked at me intently. Her eyes beamed. "It's beautiful. . . Drew is imperfectly perfect. He is possessive but very understanding. Haughty but modest, and his love is unconditional," she smiled sweetly at me, and her answer made me teary. I jerk up my head to stop myself from this emotional fleet.