Lgbtq Romance Novels & Stories

"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.

One of his hand slid between them, finding her clit again, and rubbing merciless circles while he pounded into her. Larissa shattered with his name on her tongue, arching her back and locking her thighs in his perfect hips. A raw, broken cry ripped out of her throat as she came so hard her vision tunneled. Ronan continued slamming in harder, chasing his own release through the fluttering grip of her body, his hips stuttering, a low, guttural groan vibrating against her neck as he spilled on her stomach. For several long heartbeats neither of them moved. Then he lifted his head, his dark eyes smiling and glittering as he looked down at her wrecked, tear streaked face as she struggled to stay

Either way, I could hardly move on when I saw how his balls were swinging violently as it slapped against her butt cheeks during sex. “So that's what happened,” I concluded my story. “So in conclusion, you just realized you're gay,” Andrew nodded his head in all seriousness. I was really going to punch this idiot. Skylar rubbed her chin, a small, amused smirk playing on her lips. "Well, Luke, if you're really that curious about the texture and weight... why don't you just reach down and feel your own?" “Why the fuck are you even giving him that—” I blinked, completely deadpan. "I did."

His other hand slid down my neck, tracing the line of my collarbone before resting heavily on my chest, feeling the frantic, erratic thumping of my heart. Rox let out a low, guttural grunt, his pace turning savage. The thud of his hips against mine echoed loudly in the small room. He leaned down, his sweaty forehead pressing against my shoulder as he drove into me over and over. "She feels... so good, Eric. God, she's so wet."

grumbles Isabella, averting her gaze from his as Grant moves to read the back of her book. “Our Luna, Our Mate huh? Hmm…” flipping the book over, Grant moves to scan the contents of the back before speaking yet again, “Romance with a bit of a reverse harem to it. Oh my dear sweet Isabella, I didn’t think you were one to be so, dare I say it, Kinky?” Blushing at his tone and his words, Isabella attempts to grab her book once more, “Please… Can I just have my book back?” “Well… Since you asked me so nicely. I don’t see why you can’t” admits Grant just as he moves to hand her back the book in which she takes happily before scurrying off towards a couch within Lucus’s Office once they had arrive

“Let’s stay like this forever.” She laughed. “In this chair? That’ll get uncomfortable.” “We’ll rotate. You on my lap, me on yours. Problem solved.” They stayed there for another half hour, talking about everything and nothing—favorite childhood books, weird dreams, their most irrational fears. Lila confessed she used to be scared of getting too close to people because it always felt like they’d leave. Anthony held her tighter. “I’m not going anywhere, angel.” Eventually, they checked out with a small stack of books and walked hand-in-hand to a nearby café for pastries and lattes. The sun was dipping low by the time they got back to her house, arms full of stories, hearts a little fuller tha

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

Blake wаѕ angry and seemed lіkе hе wanted to hurt ѕоmеthіng whеn I shared mу раіn. Thеѕе twо mеn аrе wіrеd completely differently. Yеt hоw саn I bе аttrасtеd to thеm both? Hоw am I even attracted tо Jаѕоn аt аll? Blаkе hаѕ mу heart. [Next POV from 'Carrie' in Chapter 41] ******** Author Note: Check out my 2nd Series "Forbidden Love Stories (Book 2)" on Goodovel. It is more sensual and has many hot steamy romance scenes and episodes which will make you curl your toes in excitement.

As long as we understand each other. Sounds like I was hopeless romantic but I guess Quinn changed me for the better. Not that I was now a new version of Arisa Gail Valentine but whenever I'm with her, I just couldn't resist being more passionate. It was like there's this switch that once she turned it on, I would relinquish under her unforeseen supremacy.

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