Grovelling Heroes Romance Novels Novels & Stories

His skin scorched mine. A small whimper escaped my lips, helpless and betraying. And tears pricked my eyes as I heard him growl in my ear, in that deep tone that curled my insides along with my toes— dark, gravelly, laced with sin, his words brushed against my ear and tore through every barrier I had built. “Hello, lioness…” ____ A. Gupta Check out my completed books, if you like dark romance. These anti heroes are way darker than Ryan Johnson:

Guided by Arachne's wisdom and the power of the Heartstone, they set out once more, their spirits ablaze with the promise of adventure and discovery. And as they ventured deeper into the heart of the unknown, Emilia and Ryder knew that whatever trials awaited them, they would face them together, hand in hand, their love a beacon of hope in the darkness. For in the heart of Ravenwood, where ancient magic lingered and the moon held secrets, their destiny awaited, and they were ready to embrace it with open arms. As they journeyed deeper into the unknown, Emilia and Ryder encountered challenges that tested their resolve like never before. They traversed treacherous landscapes, braved fierce sto

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

His chest rose and fell heavily as if he was battling himself. Then, he lifted his head, eyes locking onto mine. The storm raged around him, but he remained rooted, unwavering. His gaze was intense, bright, clear, claiming. The faint gold in his eyes shimmered, no longer faint but blazing with purpose. I felt it, that deep, instinctive pull, flooding through me, warm, demanding, undeniable. My Omega instincts stirred, sharp and fierce, awakening with a force I couldn’t control. I wanted to step back outside, go to him, press my body against his again, lose myself in that connection.

His hands involuntarily moved to my hair again and he gripped a handful of my hair, his fingers tightening slightly against my scalp as louder groans began to slip past his lips, rougher this time, and less controlled. His head tilted back against the couch, eyes half-lidded, his body tensing beneath the strain building through him. One of his hands flew back to the couch and gripped tighter against the cushion, his fingers pressing in as if grounding himself from exploding. “Don’t stop…” he muttered under his breath, his voice breaking at the edges. “You….you're a fucking little beast…now I want my entire length inside your fucking mouth….I want to see it bulge in your throat—” he groaned,

it did not say he had done any crime in his life. It was those very early hours of the morning when the time seemed to come to a halt, where the birds hadn't started coming out yet, where there was no rush in the atmosphere or frantic winds. I moved my hand to brush away the stray hair strands that fell over his forehead. He was simply gorgeous. My alpha...my mate. Our naked bodies were tangled together under this duvet that covered only half of our bodies. But thankfully our body heat mixing with one another's was enough to keep both of us warm.

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Once he’s all the way in, buried to the hilt, we roll over again and now I’m on top. I stare down at his gorgeous face, taking in the serious expression, his dark green deep-set eyes, the hair that’s been pushed all over the place with our wrestling around, the tattoos standing out in relief against his lighter skin. I’ve never seen a guy look so incredibly hot in all my life. And he’s moving underneath me, making me feel things that I’ve never felt before. I can’t help but pick up the rhythm and move with him.

The fear, the anger, the relief that I was safe, the need to feel something after standing so close to danger. His hand tightened slightly at my waist pulling me closer. My hands slid up his chest feeling the strength beneath the fabric. The kiss deepened, not rushed, but intense, like he was trying to erase the memory of someone Touch from my skin. When he pulled back his forehead rested against mine. "You are mine, " he said quietly. The words sent a shiver through me. "And you are not invincible " I replied softly. For a second something flickered in his eyes, vulnerability. He kissed me again slower this time. His touch moved carefully reverently now. The tension between us thickened, fi

She kept questioning herself. Austin ran his hands down her hair and felt her wanting to lean back but he tightened his grip and heard her let out a subtle moan, he could tell she was hurt by it, but he didn't care. She just threatened him. His hands went down to her neck and ran his fingers across her neck, gripping her lightly and drawing her closer. He could feel the saliva go down her throat after she gulped down hard. He leaned forward again, Tasha couldn't understand what was happening, but he went past her face and brushed his cheeks against hers. Tasha felt her body go cold as his lips touched her ears.