Lovestruck Books Novels & Stories

she whispered, her lips finding his again, the kiss deepening into something raw and electric. They lost themselves in each other, the dorm room a cocoon of rekindled passion. The jealousy that had sparked the night fueled a possessiveness that made every touch more intense, every glance more meaningful. Mira’s anger at Tyler faded, replaced by the overwhelming love she felt for Ethan—the boy who’d crossed the country to surprise her, who’d fought for her, who’d never stopped being her home. As they lay tangled together, the world outside faded, leaving only the promise of a new chapter, where temptation was conquered by devotion, and their love burned brighter than ever.

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I cried out, the stretch burning so good. “Shit, you’re tight,” he groaned, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Taking every inch like you were made for it. Such a greedy little slut for me.” “Yes… god, yes,” The counter creaked under us as he started pounding into me. Deep, brutal strokes that hit exactly right every time. Pleasure sparked up my spine with every thrust. Elias leaned over me, chest to my back, biting at my shoulder. “Listen to you moaning like a whore in your own shop. Anyone walking by could hear how well you’re getting fucked.”

For a moment, his mind drifted back to that unexpected kiss with Tristan during truth or dare, and he blinked, quickly shaking himself out of it. "Okay... moving on," he muttered, closing the episode and trying a different series. But the same genre kept popping up. It seemed this laptop was packed with nothing but boy-love romances. "Seriously...?" he sighed, before abruptly shutting the laptop. "Troy’s got an interesting taste," he grumbled, placing it back on the desk. As he turned toward the bed, his eyes caught sight of a book on Troy's nightstand titled "Our Sweet Melody" by Chelle.

Mason raised his beaten puppy eyes to her but she didn't even spare him a glimpse until he held the doorknob for his exit. "If I acted the way I did, it's simply because I strived not to accept the fact that...I loved you way too quickly, too deeply, and too much. A feeling I never experienced with any woman in my life. Believe me when I say the criteria never changed to date, and when I say I'll fight for the lost love till my last breath." With that, Louisa heard the door shut behind her. Immediately, she sank onto the sofa with a heavy sigh. Her phone chimed moments later.

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She knows she's selfish right now but even if it's the last, she wants to feel him…his touches, his kisses, everything. She wants to let herself consume in their sins, in their world of desire and lust. She is aware her love is lust, lust in the beauty and sweetness of her flesh. Too blind to see her heart crazily beating for him. With all the times she tells herself not to fall for him, she promises herself she will never fall for his beauty, she ends up failing. She is now deeply in love with him, only to know she can't have him…love is torture, her love is torture.

I thrust up, matching her rhythm, hands on her ass, pulling her closer. The desk creaked under us, books tumbling off. Our breasts rubbed together, nipples scraping, adding sparks. I sucked her neck, marking her with a hickey—mine. "I love you," I whispered, the words raw. "This fire between us—i want it to be real." She ground harder, clit swollen against mine, breaths ragged. "I love you too. We'll run away—somewhere no one knows us." The promise hung, sweet amid the sin.

The kind you read under the covers with a little smirk on your face. Yes, darling. That kind. You’ve just stepped into a world of heat, hunger, and heart-pounding unapologetic pleasure. Each story in this collection is designed to do one thing. To set your senses on fire. And maybe, just maybe, get you in the mood to do something about it. Wink, wink! Now, before we go any further, let’s address the elephant in the room. Plot? Pfft. Listen.

I poked my head out cautiously, peering through the crack in the door. Tristan lunged forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Ms. Lovelace's waist in a desperate attempt to use his own body to block her path. "I feel so hot all of a sudden, Ms. Lovelace. Why don't we do it here? I've learned a few new tricks. I promise I'll make you feel good…" Tristan hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, attempting to use the most primal method possible to divert her attention. Ms. Lovelace came to an abrupt halt.