M/m Romance Novels & Stories

even when partially separated. Lowering my face to hers I gently placed my lips on hers. I just needed a taste. I needed to feel those sparks, the sparks that would be intensified once we were marked and mated. My eyes fell to her chest as I realised one of her breasts had fallen out of her night top. Her nipple hard as the cool night air touched it. How I wanted to fuck her, to make her scream my name as I bought her intense pleasure. I wanted to feel those luscious pink lips around my cock before eating her entire pussy. Just thinking about it had my cock hardening. As I stood to leave her hand gripped mine catching me completely off guard. I turned to meet her gaze. Her blue eyes locked

"Get out of my room Michelle' I said calmly as I brought out stick from my cigarette pack and reached for my lighter. "Ryan please; you know I love you. You can just use me and dump me. I gave you my dignity" she said and had to scoff. "Stop lying bitch" I said lowly as I lit the cigarette and stuck it in my mouth. "Fine! I know you didn't meet me as a virgin; but you're the second guy's that ever crossed my legs. I told you the first one was done forcefully. You're the first guy I've given it to willingly. You can't do this to me, Ryan."

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Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

Instead I got sin. The living room lamp cast a warm amber glow over the leather sectional. Miles was sprawled across it like he’d been poured there, shirt rucked up to his collarbones, jeans and briefs shoved down to one ankle, the other leg hooked wide over the edge of the coffee table. His cock—pretty, flushed dark, glistening—stood rigid against his flat stomach, a thick bead of pre-cum sliding down the shaft. One hand was wrapped around the base, stroking slow, deliberate pulls. The other hand… fuck. Two fingers buried to the third knuckle in his own ass, pumping in and out with wet, obscene sounds. He hadn’t noticed me yet.

"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.

“And I don’t do moderation.” That did something to my stomach that I didn’t appreciate. “That’s not romantic,” I snapped. “That’s unstable.” He turned fast. Eyes dark. Not wild. Contained. Too contained. He grabbed me and kissed me. Heat, frustration, and something close to desperation. For half a second I let it happen. Then my brain caught up and I shoved him. “Don’t.” He let go immediately. Like I’d burned him. “Fuck,” he barked, pacing once.

If you're all about safe, good-guy heroes in your romances, this might not be your cup of tea. Each of these Mafia Men carries their own set of scars, desires, and strengths, seeking partners who accept them as they are, without expecting them to change. They're looking for compatibility, not someone who wants to mold them into something they're not. Consider this your final heads-up: Marco Costello is not your typical romantic lead. »»————————«« Trigger Warning: The following book contains imagery that may be distressing to some readers, including violence, gore, sexual content, and crude language. Reader discretion is advised.

then he kisses the back of Toma's hand. "O-Okay? Uhm, uhh… what's with you?" Toma felt weird by Noru's action, so he gently pushes him off. "You do know that I like you, and I still do by now. I may feel upset that you see me as an option, but it'll be a win-win if you get rejected again and become mine." Noru said with a grin. "How's that a win-win?" "It's a win-win since I'll get to have you forever, and I promise to make you happy." Toma could only stare at Noru that moment and admire his sincerity. It could be the perfect moment to choose him and be really happy… they could actually be happy…

• The emphasis of the novel is on the romance, which means that the concentration of sugar, fluff, and smut is higher than the concentration of mystery & adventure. • Lots of fluff. • Warning! Expect occasional explicit, kinky smut. (╹ڡ╹ ) Slightly spoiler-ish info below: • It is one-on-one pairing. MC is the bottom, ML is the top. No messy love triangles. No angst. • ML and MC don't have previous memory of each other from previous worlds so they are always falling in love anew.