Novel & Cerita Forbidden Love Romance Books

But I had expected it, and hope was a persistent thing. A text notification flashed on my phone, a welcome distraction. Liam: Getting out of here. Want to meet up? Liam. We’ve been in a state of vague dating for weeks. We go out, we kiss against his Harley, and I feel nothing. Jenna said I'm more into the thrill of the harley than the owner of the harley, and she's not wrong. I had a habit of seeking things I wasn't supposed to do. Kissing Liam felt like one of them, a pale imitation to a greater, more forbidden mischief.

Lora whispered. Vivian pushed her against the stairwell wall the second the door closed behind them. “You almost got us both in trouble with that wicked tongue of yours.” Before Lora could answer, Vivian kissed her hard, shoving a hand up under her skirt again. Two fingers slid easily into Lora’s soaked pussy. “Still dripping for me,” Vivian murmured against her lips. “Such a needy little pet.” Lora moaned softly. “I can’t help it. You fuck me so good. I want your strap-on again. Right here.”

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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

“You’re going to be so full of my cum by the end of summer you’ll still feel me when I’m gone.” I came again, clenching around him, pulling him over the edge with me. We fell asleep tangled together, bodies slick, hearts racing. This was forbidden, addictive and perfect for us, I was not ready to stop… yet.

“I’m falling for you, Cassandra. Not just the sex. You.” Those words made my chest tighten. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deeper. We made love like that for a long time, slow, intense, emotional. I came twice more, clinging to him, and when he finally finished inside me, he held me tight afterward, stroking my hair. We talked for hours after. About how scared we both were. About what might happen if our parents found out. About Brady. About the future after university. For the first time, it didn’t feel like just forbidden lust. It felt like something bigger and something worth the risk.

He placed his books on the desk and surveyed the room with that calm, assessing stare that made every student fall silent. “Good morning,” he said, his voice steady and low. “Today, we continue our discussion on Romeo and Juliet, specifically, the nature of forbidden love.” My throat went dry. Of course. He leaned casually against the desk, eyes moving over the class until they stopped on me. For just a heartbeat, the air thickened. “Shakespeare’s lovers are often idealised,” he continued, “but they’re also reckless. Destructive. They mistake passion for fate.” His gaze flicked briefly to mine. “What do you think, Miss Carter? Is that love or just obsession wearing a prettier name?”

But it didn’t work. No matter how hard I tried to push the thoughts away, Lord Blackwood’s deep, commanding voice haunted me. I would hear him giving orders to other maids during the day — simple things like “Prepare my study” or “Bring me the documents from the library” — and my core would tighten painfully with need. Every time that low, authoritative tone reached my ears, I imagined him saying those same words to me while I was on my knees, legs spread, taking everything he gave me. I hated how much I wanted it.

Anana tilted her head slightly. "Oh?" A look of genuine amusement crossed Lucien's face. "I never thought I'd live long enough to see Alpha Robert getting married." Anana blinked. Lucien actually laughed. "I'm serious." He leaned back into the chair. "The man spent decades avoiding every woman who looked in his direction." His amusement deepened. "I've personally watched him escape matchmaking attempts that would have defeated lesser men." A chuckle escaped him. "And now?" He spread his hands. "Apparently he's in love."

Still shocked, she whispered, “it can't be, you're not supposed to….” I cut her, “I know what I'm supposed to do and what I'm not supposed to do,” I say a bit frustrated from the feeling of Maya being close to me and I can't do anything to her yet, with shaky breaths I continued, “I'm not supposed to love you ‘cause you love girls, you prefer them, I told myself countless times not too Maya, I really did but I couldn't. I couldn't control my feelings towards you,” I say moving my other free hand from her thigh slowly upwards. My hand moved on Maya's bare skin, since she is in a mini skirt, which gives me easy access to her, and a crop top with her nipples clearly perking through the thin lin