He's Into Her Novels & Stories

He sat on the edge of the bed. “I listened.” “You don’t count.” His lips curled faintly. “Maybe I should.” A silence grew between us, thicker than before. “You’re torn,” I said. “I’m trying.” “Trying isn’t always enough.” He leaned closer, his fingers brushing my wrist. “Do you think I love her?” “I think you wanted something easy, when everything else was hard.” “And you?” “It was never easy.” “I never wanted it easy,” he said, voice low. The baby kicked. He placed his hand on my belly. For a moment, we both just breathed.

"In fact, it's better that it wasn't you. Owing Mr. Sartori a favor feels much better than owing one to you." Hearing me still calling Castiel "Mr. Sartori" visibly put Heath at ease. He asked, "There's nothing going on between the two of you, is there?" Anger surged within me. "Do you think everyone is as insatiable as you are? Engaged to one person while secretly loving someone else? Mr. Sartori and I have a perfectly innocent relationship, and there's nothing going on between us." Heath's face turned red with embarrassment. "I don't love Naomi. I just feel guilty toward her…"

He wanted me everywhere. “Reina, are you in here?” I’d be in the kitchen making a sandwich, and he’d walk in, his hands already on the button of his pants. I’d grab his shirt, pull him into the pantry, his dick into my pussy from the back while I will bend over, and five minutes later, we’d emerge, flushed and breathless, trying to look innocent.

“Then tell me what it is, Dante. Because from where I’m sitting, it looks a lot like you’re in love with someone else.” “No,” I said too quickly. “Are you sure?” I faltered. She watched me, reading the truth in my silence. Her voice was smaller now. “I knew something was wrong. You have been somewhere else lately. Not here. Not with me.” “I have been trying.” “I don’t want you to try. I want you to want me.” “I do,” I whispered, not even convincing myself. Her jaw tightened, but her eyes shone. “Do you think about him a lot?”

He’s with a girl. :)

But I didn’t care. He’s my fiancé… and I’m completely addicted to him.

“And you remember who I said it might be?” He nods once. “Alpha Soma...” he says and then proceeds to add, “I still can’t believe it’s her,” “Better do, because she is.” “Yeah, so what’s going on?” I lean forward a little, intertwining my fingers together in the process. It feels a little difficult making an attempt to explain what’s going on with me to him but I will.

She wants him. He leads her into the house, his hand still gripping hers. The silence is deafening, the tension palpable. Brielle's heart is pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She can feel the heat radiating from his body, the electricity sparking between them. She wants to reach out, to touch him, to feel his skin against hers.

--- And when she got tired again— She went back to the bed. --- This time— She didn’t stay on her side. --- She moved closer to him. Without thinking. Without overanalyzing. --- And when his arm went around her— She didn’t stop it. --- She leaned into him instead. Resting her head against his chest. --- Her fingers lightly gripping his shirt again. --- He didn’t comment on it. Didn’t tease. Didn’t question. --- He just let her. --- But she still didn’t talk to him properly.

"Old habits die hard." She laughed lightly as he held himself over her, using his legs to spread hers further apart and parking his ready erection at her entrance. Shasta brought her left hand down onto his shoulder, tangling the fingers of her right in his dark hair, pushing it back and away from his face. Never breaking eye contact, he slowly slid into her, relishing her gasp as he breached her sex. "I love you, kitten," he murmured as he slowly pistoned in and out.