Exclusive Love Novels & Stories

When I found the right words, I said: “Sex has become more than just having intercourse for me. Much more. For me it means trusting the person completely and giving myself completely to them. In addition, there is this limitless closeness that I don't want to share with any other woman except you." The woman stared at me, visibly touched, and brushed a strand of hair from her face. I carefully took it between my thumb and forefinger and looked at it. "You never cease to amaze me. If all of that is true, I still wonder why we were both naked,” she offered me her skepticism.

she whispers back, her voice filled with longing. The weight of the days’ trials and tribulations fade away, leaving only the deep connection and love that’s bounding us together for years. I reach for Eloise, pulling her into a passionate kiss that speaks of a profound need to be close. Our lips meet in a heated passion, and the room buzzes with electricity as our bodies pressed against each other. The tension of the day is replaced with a different kind of intensity, a longing that can only be sated by the touch of our bodies intertwining.

"Love that chooses. Love that bonds. Love that creates partnership. Watch this pair. They chose each other. From all possible beings, they selected each other. They bonded. They connected. They committed to shared existence. Watch how they move together. How they communicate without words. How they complete each other's thoughts. How they function as unit while remaining individuals. That is romantic love. Love that chooses. Love that bonds. Love that creates unity while preserving individuality. That is another form of love." Why choose one being above all others? the visitor asked. Why limit connection to single partner? Why create exclusive bond? Why restrict love to one when many exist?

And eventually, you desperately want them to feel the same for you. Love is exclusive and greedy. This time, Jamie had no words to refute it.

"Romantic and slightly possessive." "Very possessive. You are mine. Through the bond and through choice. I do not share well." Through our connection I felt his need for exclusivity. For something that was just ours. The network meant sharing everything but this we kept private. Our physical relationship belonged only to us. Making love while bonded was overwhelming in the best way. Every touch I felt twice. Once through my own nerves and once through his. Every emotion amplified and reflected. Pleasure building between us until I could not tell where I ended and he began.

Yet, they were doing the most intimate thing in the world. Scarlett, as if guided by some unseen force, closed her eyes and did not push Wayne away. Instead, she actively responded to his kiss. Wayne, encouraged by her response, demanded even more. They lost themselves in each other... kissing passionately. In that moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the world. It was a moment where thinking seemed impossible. Their minds went blank, and everything was controlled by the other. "We should break up. I don't love you..."

Kelvin murmured against his entrance. Fabulous smirked, pulling him down for a passionate kiss. “Lose control,” he ordered—and so it was done. The world outside blurred. There was no one—just them tangled in the sheets together, listening to each other’s heartbeat. “I love every bit of you,” Kelvin whispered, kissing him even more. Fabulous snuggled closer, holding his lover tight. This was indeed love—not just sex, but lovemaking—and he was all in for it.

"Every part of you is mine for the taking, tesoro. Hard no to that one." I sawed my lip desperately praying for grace. "And... I want it to be exclusive. I want us to be exclusive. Just the two of us. I don't want you seeing anyone else as long as we're in this relationship. If I hear about you being with another woman, its off." Surely, he'd have to say no to that one, right? I couldn't imagine it. He wouldn't leave his Andre fan club groupies to remain in an exclusive sexual relationship with me... Right?

I dropped my bag and collapsed onto my bed, staring at the ceiling with a smile I couldn't wipe off my face even if I tried. "He said he wants to make it work." Harley's eyebrows shot up. "Make what work? The sex? Because that was already working just fine." She rambled. I chuckled, “No Harley, like... us.” “He wants to try for real." I turned my head to look at her. "He wants us to be exclusive. Public and all.” She stared at me for a long hard second and then let out a screech that probably woke up the entire floor, launched herself across the room, and landed on top of me in a hug that knocked the breath out of my lungs.