Forced Proximity Romance Books Novels & Stories

He put two fingers next to where Ash was stretching me and pressed at the rim like he might push in alongside. I panicked. Real panic, not the performed kind. My whole body went tight. Slick poured anyway, which only made the stretch easier to imagine. “Don’t. Don’t both… I can’t, not like that, you’ll tear…” Ash kissed me to swallow the rest and eased Rook’s fingers away, but not far. Both cocks ended up rubbing against me: Ash in, Rook sliding along the stretched edge and the sensitive skin behind my balls, slick and hot, a threat with a pulse. I could feel how little room there was. I could feel how they would make room anyway.

“Cum for me.” My climax washed over me in waves, my body arching as I gripped his hand like an anchor. He slammed into me nonstop until, with a guttural roar, he buried himself deep one final time and spilled into me, holding me close as our trembling bodies fused, lost in the same storm of passion.

For once, I let myself enjoy being completely out of control. Victor stepped closer and slid two thick fingers between my legs, stroking my soaked pussy lips. "She's dripping," he said with a low chuckle. "This little cunt is begging for cock." Damien squeezed my breasts harder from behind. "Her nipples are rock hard too. Such a horny little thing." They laid me down on the large couch. My body sank into the soft cushions as four pairs of hungry eyes roamed over me. I was breathing fast, my chest rising and falling, my legs slightly parted.

Nora arched her back, letting out a muffled as she rode his face relentlessly. Because Nora was facing down toward his feet, she was looking right at me. I was bouncing my hips on Christian's thick cock, feeling him pulsing inside me, while our stepfather ruthlessly devoured my twin right above him. We were perfectly aligned, face-to-face, sharing the exact same wave of overwhelming pleasure. “Roxy…” Nora whimpered, her eyes heavy and dilated with lust as she leaned her upper body down toward me.

Tonight wasn’t about action. It was about posture. And Damon’s posture was clear. He wasn’t circling. He wasn’t pressing. He wasn’t retreating. He was staying exactly where he was — visible, steady, unentitled. If Adrian chose to step closer again, it would be because she wanted to. Not because he’d filled the space she’d carved out for herself. And that, Damon knew, was the only kind of proximity that lasted.

Life wasn't fair, Nessa’s gossip wasn't fair and she was going to pay for it, my attraction to her wasn't fair, nothing in life was. “I know.” My thumb swept across her cheekbone, slowly. “But you’re stronger than they are. You’ve always been stronger.” And I hoped with all my heart that should remain stronger for a little more time. Her breathing went ragged. She didn’t move away and didn’t even blink. The air between us suddenly turned sharp, dangerous. Her lips parted, and my gaze dropped before I could stop it. God, she was close so fucking close enough that if I leaned in, I’d be kissing her like ice dreamt of all day, all weekend.

Warning: This is not your regular soft romance.This is the kind of forbidden collection that ruins self-control. Within these pages you will find stories of people who know better… but choose to break the rules anyway. Temptation becomes obsession,chemistry becomes addiction. Forbidden connections that start with a single look and end with someone on their knees, begging for more. In the heat of forbidden desires you will encounter characters who cross every line they swore they would never cross, therefore surrendering to their deepest, wettest desires. Neighbors who watch in the dark. Professors who turn private lessons into something far more dangerous. Bosses who demand complete sur

intimacy. The proximity was a terminal heat in the freezing cold of the Forge. Dante leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hitching as he pulled me flush against his chest. "Too close. Too dangerous," I breathed, my fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck.

But in the end, he wouldn't get her, like he couldn't get her. ___________________________________ My apologies for the short chapter, actually I didn't think there was any need to add more scene, I felt like it was nice to leave it only dedicated to Ace. Also guys, I think I already have given multiple warnings to read the book on your own risk, many times I said it has dubious consent, Aurora had given him her consent on the wedding day but he got through manipulation, so obviously she was warned but in panick she accepted discarding whatever Ace told her about. He told her in clear words, he wanted physical relationship with her. It was on her that she took the risk and don't think I am g

It curled around her like smoke. “Thanks,” she whispered. He reached up, brushing a damp strand of hair away from her face. His gloved hand was gone, his fingers warm and bare. “You’ve got that look.” “What look?” “That rush. Everyone gets it after their first real fire. Some go for a run. Some sit in silence. Some…” His gaze dragged down her body like a slow, deliberate touch. “…burn it out another way.” She should have stepped back. She didn’t. The air between them was too thick, too hot, too close. Her breath caught when he pressed a hand against the locker beside her head, caging her in. His chest hovered an inch from hers, heat rolling off him in waves.