Exclusive Love Novels & Stories

It dawned on her that it’s the reason he told her to watch alone in their room. “I'm not mean," he said, still trying to stop himself from laughing. He went on after he stopped laughing. " If ever I forget you and watch how I make love with you, at least it gives me proof that I truly adore you and that we truly love each other. Look, we are not only having s*x but what we were doing was expressing our love for each other. It wasn’t lust that moved our bodies, but love,” Ethan explained to his bashful wife.

His hands go on my waist. "I don't want your body, Grace. I want you to love me for other reasons than sex." I look up at him. "So you don't want me in that way?" He smiles as he kisses my forehead. "I want you in every way but I want you to love me because I gave you a reason. And I don't want sex to be that reason." "And you don't me in that way until?" "Until you ask me." I stand up and hum. "A sexless relationship? I wonder how I will live." He chuckles.

Being exclusive inside the club is almost like being in a relationship in the real world. Once you become exclusive, you can't even get a lap dance from another artist without your partner watching over you. It's like cheating on your wife. Yeah, you are married to your exclusive in a way. "Very, very, married." You don't like seeing her with other men. I don't think it'd be that bad to make her exclusive to you. ''And what about you?'' He smirks, winking as he finishes his drink. ''Me?''

When he finally replaces his fingers with his mouth, I nearly sob. The men around me move like they’ve rehearsed this—not the motions, but the meaning. The rhythm of what it means to worship someone not out of duty or ownership, but love. The real kind. The messy, painful, irreplaceable kind. Gavin rises to kiss me again while Harrison makes me tremble on his tongue, and just as I crest into a climax, they switch it up again. Jack slides his hands beneath me as Harrison fingers me to the finish line. When I fall apart, I fall into all of them.

“I want him. All of him. Exclusively. I don’t do reverse harems. I don’t want to share. If he’s got someone else, even if it’s just in his past..I…I can’t. I want to be the only one he looks at like that. The only one he touches. The only one he whispers to on the ice.” Isla tilted her head, smile softening. “Babe, reverse harem isn’t a crime. Some people make it work. Multiple loves, multiple connections. It’s not always betrayal.” “Maybe for some people,” I said firmly. “Not for me. I’m greedy. I want him to myself. Completely. If he’s still hung up on that woman in the portrait, if he’s the kind of man who keeps hearts in rotation, I’ll walk away. It’ll hurt like hell, but I’ll do it.”

I blushed, crimsoning at his words and trying to pry his hands away but he didn't fold instead the grip tightened and he said,” Just be my good girl, love. “ Don't you love this?” He asked, biting against my earlobes and poking his tongue into it. I smiled, that was an answer and he returned it as his hands moved up to my boobs and he had them in his hands. “ I love stargazing and I'm doing it with my favorite person. The love of my life.” The stars went off in my head, my smile widened and my heart thumped wildly against my chest as he said, “ I love you, Bee.”

"The sleaze." Rowan chuckled softly. "But Bri loves it. The second she gets home, she insists I take a shower and then—" "Enough. I don't want to hear it." "Whether you want to hear it or not, it's the truth. She's crazy about my body. Your 20 years of history don't even matter. People just choose who they're most compatible with in bed." Hendrix didn't feel like wasting any more time on Rowan. He turned to walk away. "Go ahead and perform your little show. I don't have the time to watch."

“Ethan, you're the one I adore. There's nothing between Thomas and myself. I'm dedicated to you.” Ethan's jealousy started to fade as he gazed into my eyes and recognized the truth in my words. “I'm sorry, Elah. I let my envy get the better of me. It's just that you looked so wonderful tonight, and I couldn't face the notion of losing you.” He said softly I smiled and grasped Ethan's hand. “You won't lose me, Ethan. We're in this together, no matter what.” We had a moment of reconciliation, understanding that love was stronger than temporary envy.

I felt something dark calcify in my heart. Fuck. “So there,” Damien continued. “There you have it. Katie isn’t yours. Give it up and stop fighting fate because the mate bond is stronger than anything in this world. Stronger, even, than love itself. And deep down you know it.” “That’s not true,” I retorted. “That’s fucking straight-up bullshit! Get your head out of the ancient times, Damien. The world has changed. Things are not like the way they were before. Some primitive bonds can’t determine who spends their lives with who. Love does. And it will always prevail.”

“You asked for it, baby. Remember that.” What came next was pure, explosive intensity. Pleasure slammed into me again and again like a tidal wave, so powerful and relentless that I cried out, clutching the sheets in a white-knuckled grip as my body arched and trembled beneath him. Joseph held me like he’d never let me go, every deep, powerful thrust filled with years of pent-up love, longing, and raw emotion that neither of us could hold back anymore. He fucked me like he was claiming my soul, making up for every single lost year, and I gave myself over to it completely, lost in the storm of him and only him.