Gym Romance Books Novels & Stories

I turned my face away and pushed him off me and he got angry. "What ,I can't touch you.But Kingston can.You even got pregnant for that bastard ,you let him give you love bites but you won't let me"He yelled and dragged me . Kissing me again, holding my hands tightly.I turned away from him as I tried getting out of his grip. "What ????You allowed Kingston touch you but not me?You are mine now Vida.What's so precious about your body anyways "Dylan said and tore the red gown.

His eyes flashed darkly for a moment. He then lifted his head again. His face was full of tenderness as he softly said, "Ana, there's nothing more important in this world than you. You haven't answered me yet. Will you be my girlfriend?" One hand held red roses, the other an extravagant and sparkling pink diamond necklace, like a dual guarantee representing love and future. This was beyond anything that was written in romance novels. The young ladies in the coffee shop were excited, their faces flushed. Seeing this, they couldn't help but cheer in low voices, "Say yes, say yes!"

Soon sleep came over my body and I fell in it but what astonished me was I never thought that I will ever hold someone in my arms or will ever get this much peaceful sleep. Author Pov. Damon always wanted to get married but in his life love. Affection or romance these kinds of emotions never came. He not even for once thought of falling for someone. Because for him love is useless. It's not like he has some past terrible issues but instead, he had seen relationships crumbling up like it's nothing but a mare lust. He wanted a wife not to have an affectionate relationship or romantic love story no he only wanted a woman to have an heir. And he was sure that women will never ask him for somethi

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

His voice must me angelic and equals his limitless beauty. I desire the long desired mate bond. The unexplainable love shared by mate. The undying romance. His romantic gestures towards me. I desire everything!. His hot breath heaving over my sensitive neck. He tongue romancing my lips whenever we kiss or s*x.. I desire them all So I really pray he awakens. *** A loud growl pull me off my fantasy. I instantly fall roughly to the ground. My spines smash with a heavy thud. I wince.

It was too much and it was the only size left in the world. “Fuck,” Ash whispered, actually shaken. “Feel that.” Rook made a sound I had not heard from him. His forehead hit the back of my neck. They were both inside me. Moving would be small. It was still everything. They stacked their rhythm. Short. Careful in the way predators are careful with something they don’t want to break because they mean to keep it. Every grind rubbed them against each other inside me. The twin-bond must have been screaming. I could smell it, rut and pine and me.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, dominant/submissive dynamics, rough sex. 18+ only. Hema had been watching Kane for three months. Three months of driving past Iron Temple Gym on her way home from work, slowing down just enough to catch a glimpse through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Three months of seeing that perfect male body moving through space like violence contained in muscle and sin. Three months of going home and touching herself to the memory of his tattooed forearms, those veins that ran like rivers under golden skin, the way his jaw clenched when he demonstrated a deadlift.

“How dare you? I suppose you think it would be fun, teaching a virgin what to do? Your surfy mates would just love it. I can see you now, telling them all about the little English, sorry, Pommy Virgin, you screwed. Tight-assed little spinster, but the great Brett Matthews won her over!’ Her eyes filled with tears and she turned to look away. Angrily, Brett leapt off his seat and grabbed her hands roughly. His eyes flashed cold and hard as steel. He turned her to face him and she felt suddenly terrified of the expression she saw on his face. ‘How dare you, you stupid woman! Don’t you recognize the truth when it stares you im the face? You’re hanging on to some soap opera idea of romance. You

I lean against the door frame, crossing my arms over the chest. “I don’t know, I picked this up from Bianca’s table in her office. It happened this book is actually a romance.” Showing me the cover of a half-naked man. “And since when you like reading a romance novel?” She barks into laughter. “I’m actually having fun. The guy is an asshole and the woman is a demure type.” “Uh, a stereotyped bad boy, playboy. I know you have a thing for that kind of guy.” I don’t know why suddenly I feel a pang in my chest. She’s already my wife, but still, I’m jealous of her imaginary guy.