Final Fantasy Romance Novels & Stories

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

"It does. Last time I checked, I wasn't doing anything wrong. Damian is my fiancé. I can do whatever I want with him." His eyes darkened, jaw ticking. "Say that again, Maya, and I swear—" "What?" I cut in sharply, folding my arms. "What will you do, Roman?" I stepped closer, not backing down. "What exactly is your problem? You made it very clear you don't do love. You prefer a world that revolves around guns and secrets. You live in the dark and expect everyone to follow. But me? I'm not that girl. I don't hate love, Roman. I don't fear it. So if you've got a problem with that, deal with it. Let. Me. Be."

The shock of it, mixed with the bolt of pleasure, made her cry out into his mouth and he swallowed the sound, his tongue plunging deeper. They were a tangle of desperate hands and hungry mouths, one kiss bleeding into the next. It was a battle for dominance, a frantic exchange of touch and taste. Their desire for one another was a living entity in the room, growing with every gasp, every moan, every slide of skin on skin. Neither wanted it to end, but reality was a cold tide waiting to rush in. Reluctantly, breathlessly, they broke their final kiss, resting their foreheads together, their ragged breaths mingling in the space between them.

I repeat, though deep down, I know I just wanted to be the one to do it first. He doesn’t answer. Or chooses not to. He’s the oldest among us three. And we all know he has to be sure of what we’re sensing. His eyes change. Pupils dilate, swallowing all color. Black. Dark as the deepest night. "I just need to know," he whispers. Then he kisses her. At first, it’s barely a touch. But when Natalia’s light resurfaces and wraps around him, Roman deepens the kiss. Like he needs to absorb her, merge with her.

DANIEL'S subsequent attacks are far from all that he has done and shown with gentleness a while ago. Every thrust from him is so powerful in a way that she could feel his maleness hitting the depths of her femininity. That is why every time it hits there, the unforgivable and inexplicable trembling and sensation repeatedly drawing on her body. She didn’t know how much longer she would experience such wonderful feelings. She knew that she is not Daniel's first, but that did not matter to her because what mattered is that she would be his last. And she is the one he chose to marry.

To feed from another Vampire or Dhamir was a deeply intimate and sensual thing to do, more so even than having sex. The Prince hesitated for a moment, he wanted to but, he didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable or pressured. Seraphina leant back against the Prince and titled her head, baring her neck to him. The Prince lowered his head and kissed her neck gently before slowly sinking his teeth into her and taking a long drink. The ecstasy that flowed through them was nothing either of them had felt before, Seraphina gasped as the Prince wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and drank deeply and she melted into his embrace. The Prince felt his member stand up, hard and throbbing.

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"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

“But she’s not you, Raven. She’s not our mate.” Karl groans, his cock twitching as he pulls free from the woman’s mouth, his cum splattering across her tits in thick ropes. Dane follows, his release spraying her back, his breath coming in harsh pants as he steps away. The woman collapses onto the bed, her body trembling, her chest heaving. Roran’s fingers finally slip beneath my panties, against my soaked folds. “Your turn, mate,” he growls, his lips brushing my ear. “Scream all you want. We’ll make sure it’s for pleasure.”