Forced Proximity Romance Books Novels & Stories

The intimacy was sudden, overwhelming, and absolute. Adrian let out a low, ragged growl from the deep back of his throat. His hands shifted instantly, sliding up her sides, dragging her flush against his chest so tightly there wasn't a breath of air left between them. The heavy friction, the suffocating heat, and the intense proximity made her head spin. Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the frantic, hammering rhythm of his heart beneath his tailored suit jacket, before threading through his dark hair, pulling his head back so he had no choice but to look at her.

Our bodies pressed flush together, and I gasped into his mouth at the new closeness. His hand slipped under the back of my shirt, his warm palm gliding slowly up my bare spine. I shivered violently at the skin-to-skin contact, a rush of goosebumps spreading across my body. The sensation was electric. I had to break the kiss, pulling back with a shaky breath. We stared at each other, our faces inches apart, both breathing hard. His eyes were dark with passion, pupils blown wide. My heart was racing so fast I felt dizzy. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered, his voice rough and full of want.

I thrust up, matching her rhythm, hands on her ass, pulling her closer. The desk creaked under us, books tumbling off. Our breasts rubbed together, nipples scraping, adding sparks. I sucked her neck, marking her with a hickey—mine. "I love you," I whispered, the words raw. "This fire between us—i want it to be real." She ground harder, clit swollen against mine, breaths ragged. "I love you too. We'll run away—somewhere no one knows us." The promise hung, sweet amid the sin.

I couldn't help but wonder why he would even had dreamt of walking close to me. But I felt good about it, from the smile on his face I could tell, he meant well. "Hi" He said to me in a charming voice. I was still flustered and was feeling embarrassed. I could barely opened my lips to say anything. The only thing I wanted to do, was to run as far from there as possible. But then again, no backing out till I get rejected.

I will either say yellow or I will finish without them agreeing. I feel shifting from the movements of them. Someone is on the table with me. My legs are pushed closer to my body and his cock once again pushes into my sex. That is Marcus, I know it is, as the scent of his cologne moves closer. The cock is still moving in and out of my mouth, just slowly. It is Demitri; the way he holds my throat is not like Jackson, and I can feel the piercing.

she whispered, her voice husky with desire. Dominic responded by pulling Selene close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. As the kiss deepened, Dominic's hands began to explore Selene's body, mapping out her curves and feeling the slickness of her skin. She responded by pressing her body against his, her hands tangling in his hair. The water continued to beat down on them, a symphony of passion and lust. Dominic's heart raced faster as he lifted Selene up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He pressed her against the shower wall, their bodies grinding together.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

“What gives you the right to snoop around and dig up info on my friends and family?” “What friends?” he laughed darkly. “I’m just trying to figure out how someone like you ends up with someone like him.” “And what exactly do you mean by ‘someone like me?'" He grinned wickedly. “A firecracker like you? With a fire extinguisher like him? Opposites don’t attract, April. What you need is passion. Someone that challenges you.” “And you’re the expert on romance?” “As a matter of fact,” he climbed into the front seat, much to my annoyance. “I am not an expert on love but I know it shouldn't feel forced and it most definitely should not feel like a trap."

"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.

Just close enough that she could see the scar near his eyebrow she’d never noticed before. “You’re shaking,” he said. “Don’t analyze me.” “I’m not. I’m noticing.” She met his gaze. “Then notice this doesn’t change anything.” “Yeah,” he said softly. “That’s the problem.” Another knock. Louder this time. He closed the last inch between them. The air crackled, thick with unspoken history and the raw, animal pull of proximity. He didn't touch her, not yet. He just loomed, his presence a physical weight that pressed against her, making the small room feel even smaller.