Medical Romance Novels & Stories

I began to stroke myself, my eyes never leaving their tangled bodies. Romeo grinned at me, his hips never stopping their relentless pace. "Enjoy the show, mate," he panted, his eyes dark with desire. "But don't come too soon. We're just getting started." God damn it, these mates of mine were going to be the death of me. Marlene moaned, her head falling back as Romeo hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Oh, God, Romeo," she gasped, her nails digging into his back. "Just like that, baby. Fuck me just like that."

Alice face palmed herself as she sat down next to Romano. “Married club? You two are married?” Ace asked in disbelief. “Oh shit.” Romano breathed as he scratched his neck. “About that…” He said as he gulped. “Well?” Ace said as he raised his eyebrow at his younger brother. “We’ve been married for a month. We eloped back in New York.” Alice said as she stood up straight and Romano planted a kiss on her cheek. “Well damn.” I chuckled. “Congratulations!” I said as I jumped over to her and tackled her with a hug, matching the intensity she did with me.

He follows, grunting as he fills me once more, collapsing in a heap of sweat and blood. Hours pass like this...pauses for water, soft words whispered in the dark. "I love you, you know," he murmurs once, tracing my collar. Rare tenderness in our twisted dance. "Love you too, boss," I reply, meaning it. In mafia romance, it's blood and cum that bind. Dawn creeps, but we ain't done. One last round: him on his back, me riding him, leash in his grip. I bounce, muscles screaming, moaning loud.

“I know. I kind of figured that part out myself, but it doesn’t stop it from hurting any less.” “You really fell for him, huh?” “Yeah, I did. Although I’m now wondering how much of that was based on a man I don’t really know. I mean we screw like rabbits but we barely talk, at least not about anything other than pack business, or stupid stuff like arguing over who’s favorite movie was the best.” Cora laughed lightly. “Somehow I can’t imagine Roman being a fan of how to lose a guy in 10 days.” “Yeah he wasn’t amused.” I laugh myself remembering the look on Roman’s face once he realised what I had talked him into watching.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

My cheeks turn red, as I listen to his romantic words. “Thank you.” I thank him while smiling graciously. “Do you want to dance?” He asks me with a smile on his lips, while I look closely at my high heels. “Yes.” I answered, not very sure, while he took me by the arm and took me to the dance floor, while the song By Your Side by Tokio Hotel played. While he dances with me, I run my hands along his broad back. Seconds later, I see Abby and Dr. Mark also come to the dance floor. She looks very excited while he looks very tired of her.

I could see streaks of silver on them and it looked so good, almost ethereal. I arranged his bushy dark brows with my fingers. I always found the slashes between them hot. How on earth was I expected to give up a man like this? To who? Isla? She didn't even do half of the things I did to get his attention before he finally decided to marry me and now, she was trying to ruin it? “Don't worry, Roman,” I said softly. “In a few weeks, I will be giving you some really good news.” I made sure to coax him into releasing inside me. When you're drugged, a condom doesn't really make sense to you.

Roman asked worriedly. Taking a tissue from his hands, she let out a snort. "That," she paused and let our a snort,"is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" "What? You've never seen my brother kissing a woman?" Mikaella stopped and stared at her husband wide eyed,"How is it that I ended up marrying the less romantic brother?" "How about we get out of here and I shower you with as much romance as you want, wifey"Roman whispered in her ear and Mikaella pushed him away from her.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

"That would be a mistake. Marco is too smart for that." "He is," I agreed, turning around to face him. "He’s been in the city for two days, and he hasn't stopped texting me. He’s ready to play the older brother." "Let him," Roman said, leaning down to press a brief, firm kiss to my forehead. "I'm ready." We arrived at the restaurant, a quiet, high-end Italian spot where the tables were spaced far enough apart to guarantee privacy.