Military Romance Novels & Stories

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."

“I don’t think Miss Williams has spent a lot of time with President Henderson here, huh?” She smiled coldly, not knowing what was his intention. “I didn’t know Mr. Larson is such a busybody.” The latter ignored her and continued speaking to no one in particular. “Young Master Henderson is an expert in romance. I remember he did something so romantic that it almost shook the earth about two years ago!” “Michael Larson!” Matthew’s face fell as he called out to the man with his full name. His tone was filled with intimidation. “President Henderson, is it just me or do you seem slightly nervous?” Michael revealed an enigmatic smile. His eyes were filled with indifference.

“How dare you? I suppose you think it would be fun, teaching a virgin what to do? Your surfy mates would just love it. I can see you now, telling them all about the little English, sorry, Pommy Virgin, you screwed. Tight-assed little spinster, but the great Brett Matthews won her over!’ Her eyes filled with tears and she turned to look away. Angrily, Brett leapt off his seat and grabbed her hands roughly. His eyes flashed cold and hard as steel. He turned her to face him and she felt suddenly terrified of the expression she saw on his face. ‘How dare you, you stupid woman! Don’t you recognize the truth when it stares you im the face? You’re hanging on to some soap opera idea of romance. You

He pleasured her nipples and her moans filled his ears, they sounded so melodious to his hearing that he didn't want to stop, he wanted to hear her call him name and beg for his touch. After what seems like sweet torture to her, Eric went slowly to her stomach, kisses her navel with his letlft hand stroking one of her breasts. He let loose the blue shirt she wore, removed her thong and at the sight of her lower region, Eric became so thrilled that he stared at her for a minute, nothing but desire in his eyes. They both made love to each other and the moans of Genevieve were so endless that she enjoyed every bit of it, having Eric inside of her and screaming his name as she held the blanket t

Now, get out of my life. The divorce was uncontested, and Matt moved on but maintained his pain and distrust of women. The army became his whole life as the years passed, and he rose steadily to become the Battalion Sergeant-Major, the post that he'd aspired to for many years. His life was content. Gradually, he realized that hatred, and in particular, hatred for Candice was painful, and he was the only one to suffer. His anger subsided over the next fifteen years, and his occasional thoughts of his days with his ex-wife were usually good thoughts.

Hated the strange warmth it created. Hated him. Most of all, she hated herself for noticing anything at all. "I got lost." "Inside my private study?" His eyes narrowed. For a moment they simply stared at each other. A challenge. A battle. Neither willing to blink first. The storm crashed against the windows. Lightning flashed. The room brightened. And suddenly Adrian moved. One step towards her. That's all. Yet the distance between them vanished instantly. Celine's pulse jumped. He was too close.

Yet that very thought of the Gambino brothers didn't lessen my desire but it only made the fire within me burn, as no one had staked a claim on her in Euphoria. Events from last night made me smile to myself. Especially the part where I dominate and made all my desires come true. It was memorable. I look back at the bed and see the sleeping enemy. She's tired out and it's all my doing. I am proud to be the first man to enter her haven. Oh, how tight and pure it was. I love every moan, every scream, and every plead that escapes from her lips. Now it is my turn to burn her when she woke up.

she said with a wink, settling beside me on the couch and pulling a fuzzy blanket over us both. She queued up the movie on her TV, the opening credits filling the room with upbeat music. As the story unfolded lighthearted banter, stolen glances, the kind of sweet romance that made your heart flutter—I tried to lose myself in it. Mira laughed at the jokes, nudging me with her elbow, but I could only manage faint smiles. My mind wandered back to Zayden, to the way his touch had once felt like safety, now tainted by blood.

he murmured. We stood suspended between towers and stars, wrapped in each other, the city roaring far below, and for the first time since this began, I understood something clearly: Romance wasn’t distracting us from the war. It was making us unbreakable inside it. His chin rested lightly against my hair. My arms held him close. No more distance left to negotiate. No doubt left to manage. We hadn’t rushed the word. We had earned it.