Enemies To Lovers Sex Novels & Stories

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.

I hissed angrily, advancing in his direction, hating that he kept me hanging when I thought I would get all the answers tonight. “I already did,” he said, controlling his voice. “This will be the last night we’ll see each other, Brielle.” “What?” I murmured, confused at him. I blinked at him, thinking about what I had done wrong. “Why?” It was stupid of me to ask, but I had to know. “I can’t fall in love with an enemy,” he said, staring at me intently. “Let’s just say we belong to different Orders which weren’t exactly in order.”

"You are scared of me kissing you? Good, I want you to be quiet and sleep next to me." "But," He jerked his next towards my face, I squeezed my eyes, wiggled a bit. "Good girl, one more word and..." He fell next to me, and pulled me close, Pervert, Idiot Bastard, "Don't cuss me, Rubel," How does he know? I gave him a doubtful look, "I know that look of yours, sleep," I kept a pillow in between us, idiot. I came for something, and what am I doing, sleeping with the enemy.

I asked, flinching internally at how that sounded. She raised a perfect eyebrow. "If you hate them, yes, just as a werewolf would kill those they hate. I think you don’t realise the damage your kind has done to us, we are sworn enemies and the death of the other pleases us. Do you know the only men that died at sea long ago were the ones who we fell in love with? Without realising the risk of our desires upon man, they drowned in our arms… So to answer your question; no, your desire to kill will not be stronger…" She replied, crossing her arms, "However, your sexual desire may be far stronger."

My hand slid around to circle her clit again. “Come for me,” I growled against her ear. She shattered—walls pulsing, crying out, body shaking against mine. I followed—deep, hard, groaning her name as I spilled inside her. We stayed like that—panting, joined, wind whipping around us. Then I pulled out. Disposed of the condom. Turned her in my arms. Kissed her softly. “I’m not your enemy, Mira.” She pressed her forehead to mine. “I know.”

With one hand pressed against the stone wall of the shower, I gripped my cock tighter and stroked it as I pictured my wife, the mental image of our last time together in the shower. “Luciano, what are you doing?” Grace rasped, a blush spreading through every inch of her pale skin. She blushed so easily and her light complexion with freckles refused to hide it. I fucking loved it. I dropped to my knees in front of her, prepared to worship her. She was like the rarest brand of cognac that I wanted to savor for the rest of my life. “I’m going to taste my wife. My queen,” I murmured against her pussy. “And love every fucking second of it.”

As a child, Elena Carter witnessed the brutal murder of her father, a decorated detective, at the hands of men she believed to be part of the Mafia. That night, her world shattered, and she vowed to dedicate her life to avenging his death. Years later, she becomes a detective, determined to bring down the very criminal empire she holds responsible. Her mission leads her deep into the city’s underworld, where she goes undercover to get close to the ruthless and enigmatic Adrian Moretti, a powerful Mafia boss feared by many. Cold, calculated, and untouchable, Adrian is a man who trusts no one—but when he crosses paths with Elena, something shifts. She intrigues him. She challenges him. And,

I buried deep, my hips stuttering as I came hard, filling the condom, my vision whiting out for a second. We collapsed, me on top of him, both panting, sweaty and spent. I pulled out careful, tied off the condom, tossed it in the bin by the bed, “Fuck Kyle, i hope your parents never heard this?” I rolled off him, pulled him and pulled him against my chest. “Even if they do, it doesn’t matter.” He nuzzled into my neck, still catching his breath. “That was… fuck.” “Yeah.” I kissed his forehead. “Love you.”

He looked pass the scars I had gotten from missions and kissed each one of them so tenderly that all I thought was him. I had promised myself last night that it would only be once but then this morning I woke up with his limbs tangled with my own and I couldn't help getting turned on by the sight of him. I wasn't one to sleep around, in fact the last time I had sex was with my ex boyfriend Jeffrey in high school, who cheated on me every chance he got. He had broken me so badly that I started to have a hatred for men.