Love Drawings For Him Novels & Stories

It was raw and unguarded. “So what’s going to be the last fantasy?” She chuckled dryly, trying to distract herself from what she was actually feeling. "I want to do something different today," he said. "Different how?" "No list," he started, tracing his thumb tracing her jawline. “I just want to make love to you, Yas. I want to feel all of you, I want to let you in…” he paused and bit his lips like he was giving away too much. Then he chuckled dryly too,

Then I immediately checked to make sure I didn't break anything and sighed in relief. "Well that sure is a compromising position to catch you in Valentine. Didn't know Christian was your type," a voice chuckled and I looked up to see Drew Ozera walking up to the gates with a slip in his hand. "Ah so you guys really do have to do the annoying signature hunt as well." I commented. "This game absolutely sucks. Now I'm stuck with pretty boy here until I find a way to get these cuffs off." "Cuffs?" I held my hand up for him to see. "Hm… out of curiosity, how hot can your flames go?"

This was like a dream come true for Amy. Bryan, the only man she desires, the love of her life, her heart beat, was kissing her. His kiss was so much different from that of Kyle. His kiss was passionate, it was filled with love and longing, like he too wanted it.

This girl is young enough to be my daughter, he thought and wanted to leave, but couldn't bring himself to do so. He instead took a step forward and pulled her to himself. “May I have a dance with you?” he gestured to the dance floor, leading Gina towards it but she instead leaned into him, his exquisite masculine scent filled her nostrils. She lifted her face and fluttered her lashes at him. “You smell so delicious.” He smirked. He bent a little bit, just enough to whisper into her ear, “I taste even much better than I smell.” Gina shuddered at his words as his husky voice sent shivers down her whole body. The feel of his warm breath against her skin made it burn with desire.

I find myself kissing him in my dreams. The image of Victor Choi, his lips gliding down to meet hers, lingered in her mind, a vivid replay that danced through her thoughts night after night. How he moved—so effortlessly, so masterfully—was a mesmerizing enchantment she couldn't shake. Each gentle brush of his lips against hers in her imagination sent tingles down her spine, a sweet torture that left her craving more.

He grins, his dimples show, the ones I love and want to touch. Liam is looking fucking hot today, I have to tear my eyes away from him because just looking at him is heating me up inside. His hair is flopping all over his face and I resist the urge to move it away with my fingers and to feel his locks. I can tell by the way he’s looking at me that he caught me staring at his photo on my mobile. His arms are looking amazing and it takes all my might not to trace his tattoos. One is of a rose and at the bottom on the stem is a heart with our initials on it. I’m not sure how a future girlfriend is going to take that. Guessing not too well, she’ll probably ask him to remove it. I’d like to see h

’ She drawled and I saw the evil hate in her eyes, making me want to turn and run. “I got you guys a toy!’, she cackled as she flung her hands about Lovelace, almost throttling him as she sank onto his lap, her arms around his neck. ‘I wanna play…’ slurred Lovelace with a huge grin and I saw he was sozzled as his blue eyes roved over me, and then fixed on my breasts. Mustafa had his large hand clamped on my upper arm as he licked his thick lips and said,

"Make love to me." The Lycgers roared like a pack of wild beasts at his broken plea, their eyes filled with a mix of concern and raw desire. They can scent his heat, and feel the magnetic pull drawing them closer to him. Without a word, they inched closer to him, their hands reaching out to touch his heated skin, their gentle touches a comforting anchor in the storm of sensations.

Ava's pov: I got up, preparing to leave, but before I could take a step, he pulled me into him, wrapping his arms around me from behind. "I love you, unconditionally," he murmured against my ear. "And everyone calls that obsession. But I never forced you to love me. I never manipulated you. I never interfered when you were with Darsh—not until I found out he was cheating on you. And even then, I waited four years for you to heal before I ever made a move."

I brought my hands up and lay my face in it," how can you possibly think of loving somebody like me?" His long cold fingers gripped my hands and he pulled them back," Eloise I would love you even if you were somehow a unicorn. It might have been your blood that originally attracted me, but I fell in love with that girl I see when we're alone. That smile, the spirit. I love all of it, and I love knowing I get to help you become a confident queen in training." Giving me a crooked smile. My face felt as red as the blood in my soup bowl," you love me?"