Man Romance Novels & Stories

It forced him to be late to join Velia in bed. Lucas walked slowly, not wanting to make any sound that could disturb her sleep. You look tired. Lucas took his place on the side of the bed. He gazed at Velia's peaceful face and stroked her hair. Tired? That one word managed to bring a faint smile to Lucas's face. He remembered the romance in his office earlier that day. How enjoyable it was. How passionate. It would surely be one of the love affairs Lucas would enjoy. And perhaps Velia felt the same way.

The romance becomes a beautiful fire. His cockhead nudges my entrance. The pressure builds. My pussy pulses with readiness. Wet heat invites him inside. He pauses. His forehead rests against mine. Our breathing mingles together. Love and lust intertwine in this one perfect moment. The slide in feels imminent. The romance blazes bright. It promises so much more.

His kiss tasted of bitter espresso and cold adrenaline, his tongue claiming my mouth with a demanding, absolute authority. I gasped into his lips, my fingers flexing against the headboard as he freed my wrists. I did not run. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands sliding over his broad, powerful shoulders. My palms rubbed against the smooth, unscarred skin on his left side, confirming without a doubt that this was the daytime master. There was no thick, jagged bullet scar here—only solid, smooth muscle that radiated heat. "You want me, Cora," Roman growled, his gunmetal eyes burning down into mine as he felt my fingers tighten in his hair.

Roman said. I met his eyes. He was serious. “Are you…?” I stammered. Roman walked over to me. “I know a thing or two about revenge. I know a thing or two about getting back at the people who’ve hurt you. I know exactly where to hit them and make it hurt. But I can’t that if I’m worrying about you. With me by your side, you can be guaranteed Lizzy will not even attempt to touch you. So, please, marry me!” he said.

Sophie began, glancing past him to the side just as Cass swiftly approached them. Collin turned his head to follow her line of sight, and the warmth drained instantly from his face. Cass, by sharp contrast, brightened up ostentatiously, stepping forward with deliberate flair to draw Sophie directly into an intimate, possessive kiss. "I’ve been looking everywhere for you, sweetheart," Cass murmured smoothly against her skin. Wrapping his arm firmly around her waist to anchor her against his side, he pressed his lips tenderly to her cheek and then whispered against her ear, displaying his complete claim right in front of Collin. Sophie didn't pull away or resist; instead, she leaned into his t

Roman shifted first from behind me, pulling out softly, and I exhaled roughly. “Good girl,” Damian praised as he leaned down and kissed me softly before he moved, leaving my sight of view. But a second later, Roman was there. He looked… undone. Like he was completely shattered, his hair glued to his face from sweat. His chest heaved with deep breaths, his skin glistening with sweat. And his eyes… his eyes were so dark I couldn't see the blue anymore. “My love,” he whispered as he reached out and cupped my face with both hands, his touch so tender despite how rough and dark he looked. “My mate.”

This was as good an apology as she would ever get it… She knew it was his way of telling her that he knew she deserved a better setting for her first time, but that she couldn’t expect him to be a romantic partner. “As memorable as it could be,” she nodded at him, a lazy blissful smile stretching her lips. She had half a mind to tell him it had been everything she had hoped for and more, but she couldn’t. This was Roman freaking Bianchi. He was a mafia boss, and he didn’t do romance as far as she knew. Before long, they left the dimly lit bar, with Rose limping a little bit, her soreness both tingling with pleasure and slightly painful at the same time.

I replied, wrapping my arms around his shoulder, lifting my hips a little, his stiff rod brushing my lower lips, making us both moan in delight. “Do you know what you’re asking?” Roman chuckled, releasing my face to grip his cock, aligning himself at my entrance. “I want to fuck you hard and fast,” his tip glided along my slit, parting my lips, circling my throbbing clit. “But I also want to make love to you, amor,” he said, kissing my nose.

Mark. He grinned as he made himself comfortable next to me, his hand casually placed on my shoulder. "I could have never guess you write forbidden romance," he admitted hoarsely. "Let alone forbidden...erotica." "Why? You think love alone completes a romance story?" I folded my arms over my chest. He shrugged. "Isn't the essence of romance all about love?" I shook my head. "Love makes people dumb. I think I'II just stick to sex over love in romance, it's less complicated."

he said. "Just shut up Ryan!" "My only regret is I didn't get to kiss those rosy lips like I planned" he said. "I said shut up!" I yelled. "Have you ever touched her skin, it feels so soft and delicate and....." "Ryan!" I yelled as I dropped my towels and punched him and he fell on the bed. "Come on, don't tell me you haven't noticed how sexy our little Jasmine is" he said amidst laughter and I punched him again.