M/m Romance Novels & Stories

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode five🌹🌹 .. .. 💕King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. I pulled her into my arms the minute we got to a secluded place. I can’t seem to get enough of her but there’s another thing that’s been bothering me. Once we mate,there’s a possibility that she might become pregnant, she’s human after all. I led her into the cave which was beautifully adorned with several flowers and ornaments.

"We've never been on a date," Adrian said suddenly during breakfast. Cassian looked up from his tea. "What?" "A date. We've fought assassins together. Defeated coups. Completed a soul bond. But we've never gone on an actual date." "We're together constantly. Isn't that dating?" "That's surviving. I want romance. Deliberately planned romance." Adrian grinned. "I want you to court me properly, Demon Lord." Cassian's eyes glinted with amusement. "You want to be courted?"

It’s uncomplicated and temporary and blessedly free of the kind of emotional excavation that other people seem to crave from intimacy. She arrives sometime after two a.m., slipping into my penthouse with her heels dangling from two fingers, lipstick slightly smudged, perfume carrying the stale sweetness of crowded bars and expensive gin. When she kisses me, it feels practiced in the best possible way, familiar enough that neither of us wastes energy pretending that this is romance instead of ritual.

“Is there a reason you’re talking to me, or are you just bored of hearing your own voice?” Camille chuckled, amused by the jab. “Oh, I’m just being… helpful. You should know men like Damien don’t do forever. They play, they get bored, they move on. Especially when they weren’t the ones who started the game.” Serena frowned. “What game?”

topped the trending searches. Misty longed for her popularity to soar, yet this wasn't how she expected it to be done. She was on the brink of going insane when she saw how things turned out. "Maple Love" was based on a novel. The novel had a large fanbase, and it was also famous for its romantic scenes. Ever since it was going to be adapted as a movie, the fans had been looking forward to the movie. They were one of the first batches to watch the movie. Yet, they stepped out of the screening hall, feeling utterly disgusted after the movie. They thought they had been deceived.

"I have to meet with these men when they are available and that is now. But here, let me fill your glass. It will help you sleep and you won't even miss me." Alessia blew out a breath in disbelief. "That's doubtful. You know I don't sleep well without you with me." He kissed her forehead gently, placing her back in her chair. "Ah, read one of you 'spicy romance novels'. I'm sure that will distract you." Suddenly, his eyes sharpened as he met hers. "But don't forget the rule, moya khoroshaya, no touching yourself without me, even with reading these books, da?"

“Come for me, baby, let me feel you milk my dick. You're doing so well.” His body tensed, hole clenching rhythmically as he came, spurts painting my abs, mouth open in a silent scream I captured with another tender kiss. I followed seconds later, burying deep and spilling inside the condom, hips stuttering through the waves. We stayed locked like that, kissing softly, lazily, as I softened inside him. Pulling out gently, I tossed the condom then grabbed a tissue to clean us up. I tugged him into my arms, our bodies cooling under the sheets.

Most of the time, we just went at each other almost immediately. But some times, I allowed things to simmer a little before we got to the main event. Tonight was one of those times. He licked his lips seductively. “You’ve come to the right place. Is there any mood of yours I can’t fix?” “You know me too well.” I didn’t wait for him to say anything more. I leaned forward and captured his lips with mine. I reveled in the warmth of his mouth as I shoved my tongue inside, his tongue sliding wetly against mine.

My palms slammed against his chest to push him back. He felt massive. He was a wall of muscle. He let me shove him back two inches. "Do not say it," I panted. My breath came in fast gasps. I scrambled backward until my spine hit the headboard. "Do not go there, Sebastian." "Elliot," he said. His brow furrowed as he reached for my wrist. "No!" I pulled my arm away. I tucked my hands close to my chest. My heart was a hammer against my ribs. The honey scent off my skin turned sharp and sour with alarm. "We don't do this. We don't have feelings. We don't do romance."