Man Romance Novels & Stories

Romano left no chance to taunt me today and in between that, she showed me the reality of the mafia world. " Married men do keep mistresses, it's common in our world but you have my loyalty. I will rip my heart out of my chest before even thinking of loving someone other than you." his long, slender fingers cupped my cheeks, tilting my face towards him. " And what if I fall out of love?" I bit my tongue, watching his beautiful face turn into an angry one. " Then I'll make you fall in love with me, again and again till the end of the time." He smirks, spinning me around.

“This is going to be trouble, my darling.” “Good. It’s about time I had some trouble in my life.” Romaine groaned as his hands massaged up her thighs to her hips. She returned his heated kisses just as fiercely, her fury and her desperate need for him competing inside her mind. They would finish their conversation later… much later. All Romaine wanted was King’s hands on her skin and his mouth on hers. She wanted him buried deep inside her until she couldn’t take it anymore. He slid the straps of her top roughly to the sides and kissed a trail of fire down her neck to her bare shoulders as her hands fumbled for his jeans. She’d almost unbuttoned them when a knock sounded at the door.

he said, collecting the car keys and dropping a bundle of dollars into the chauffeur’s hands from his wallet. The chauffeur smiled with happiness and bowed with a “Thank you, boss.” As I walked to open the door, he stood behind me and pulled the door open. The closeness between us sent a wave of warmth through me. His presence was intoxicating, and every small gesture, like him holding the door for me, affected me more than I wanted to admit. My heart raced, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. His nearness was both comforting and unsettling, stirring emotions I had tried to bury.

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

"What?! You cannot be serious, Father! " I interrupted him loudly, forgetting my place. Rising to my feet, my wolf was enraged by the injustice done against me. She rose to her haunches also, roaming restlessly. I was to be given away to the lycanthrope against my own will.

threatened Rena. "Jade, you want to sleep with me, right?" Romeo's head was dizzy. The perverted wolf rebelled because his lover tempted him. "Until when?" sighed Romeo resignedly. "Until we return to Germany." "No! That's not called a honeymoon. Honeymoon, we have to have sex so that we are happy. Channeling all the passionate desires!" Romeo's correction. "It's not a honeymoon, but a full moon. You feel how it feels." Rena didn't care about Romeo, who had gone to great lengths to persuade her to return.

"Bring it on, vampire. I'm ready for anything." With a playful gleam in his eyes, Jonathan leaned in and captured my lips once again, this time with a mix of tenderness and mischief. Our laughter dissolved into a passionate embrace. At that moment, surrounded by the aroma of breakfast cooking and the warmth of our connection, I realized that our love was not just about the serious moments or the battles we faced. It was also about finding joy and laughter in the simplest of moments, cherishing the lightheartedness that kept our spirits alive.

“Oh. Oh no. You really have not had sex, have you?” “I already told you no!” I protested. “We have not,” Andre said curtly. “I see.” Roman sloshed his drink around in the glass. “Well then. Shall we return to discussing A Court of Thorns and Roses? I have opinions on the book’s views on feminism.” “Why would you think we had sex?” I asked. “Because of the wording of the contract,” Roman replied simply. “Joemar told me you discovered the loophole. And, to be quite frank, you and Andre have appeared quite fond of one-another since I returned today.”

But after a couple of minutes of the wind blowing through my hair and Roman carefully jumping over falling tree trunks and rocks, I start to really enjoy my ride. I settle on his back with my legs either side of him and my arms wrapped around his neck. “Faster!” I shout through my laughter, and Roman, the dutiful wolf and mate, complies. When we get back to our original starting point, he lets me down and I thank him for a fun time before kissing him on the nose and head. “I love you so much Roman, my gentle giant.” He gives my face another lick before he shifts back into human form. When I see Manzitti looking down on me again, I run into his arms and kiss him like I haven’t kissed him for

If only… “Roman.” I moaned his name when he bit down and nibbled a sensitive spot on my collarbone. My body pulsed with need, and I pressed closer, trying to get more friction. I wanted him, I shouldn't. A voice in my head warned me that I was getting too close to Roman. He said himself that he didn't do love or romance, But if this is all I could get... “You’re going to be the death of me Calista,” he grunted when I rubbed my aching core into his body. I was practically dry-humping him right now.