Mm Romance Novels & Stories

“If…If today’s any indication, I’m not scared of a little heat. The question is… are you?” Romero gave a sharp laugh, a delicious sound that did weird things to her nipples. “I’m a mafia lord. I have a garden of body parts. I’m not scared of anything.” His hand strayed from her face around to the back of her head. Anateya sighed, leaning into his touch as his fingers delved into her hair. She’d sell her soul to this devil to have him take her, right here on the hood of his car. Romero’s conflicted expression faded, replaced by something that made blood rush to her cheeks. His stare bore into her as if he was peeling back her layers to see inside. The next moment, his lips crashed to hers.

Public displays of affection hhhmmm I love them. Our dinner, as usual, is merely an excuse for us to be together in a quiet romantic setting. You see, it's not the food we seek here but the atmosphere. A quiet table near the back where we still can see the sunset but are afforded our own privacy for love. They know us here; after all, this is a weekly gesture for us.

She opened the door, looked at the delivery guy who just spoiled the romantic moment she was about to have again. "Thank you" she said and quickly shut the door with the box of pizza in her hand. "You didn't cook dinner?" Dennis asked, walking closer to her as she placed the box of pizza on a table in her living room. "Yes" she briefly replied, still realizing what just happened but the thought alone delighted her so much. "Are you hungry?" She turned at him and asked him. To her surprise, she found Dennis standing so close to her that their nose met. Dennis' eyes were filled with desire for the woman he loves, deep inside him, he could feel the love in his heart growing into deep passion th

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

“I love you so much, mio prezioso amore.” She said just before their lips met. A low purr rumbled for her chest as their kiss deepened. Soon she found herself laying on the bed as Romero stripped her dress from her while placing soft sweet kisses from her neck and down her body. She closed her eyes and let out soft moans each time he kissed. Romero soon stripped both of them from their clothes and threw them on the floor. He continued to place kisses along her neck causing her to shiver in pleasure. Soon they were caught up in their love making and close towards the end Romero sunk his canine’s into the crook of her neck and marked her. She let out an even louder moan as she came. Then she t

I muttered a thank you to him as he starts up the car. "No need to thank me Samantha, tonight you will be my women and it's only my duty to open doors for you. Treat you like a queen you are." He used the hand that wasn't holding the steering wheel to hold mine and place a kiss on it. I giggled out loud like an high school girl. Who knew my romoe was actually a real life Romeo ,he has being behaving so romantic since yesterday and I am loving this side of him. It new and loving. I wish this night could never end.

“It was during the time you said you needed space.” Caterina murmured. “I see.” “It was a long time ago, Caterina,” I leaned forward, making sure she understood clearly. “And it was just a fling. A stupid, brief moment that should’ve never happened.” Damien looked offended when he stared at me. His lips tightened, jaw clenched, and he held his fork like he wanted to stab someone with it. Hopefully, he didn’t have me in mind. “But you loved each other, right?”

“Excuse me if I don’t find you calling my stepbrother hot funny.” She rolled her eyes. “I might be dating you but I have eyes too, you know. I can’t turn them off.” She planted a fat kiss on my cheek. I didn’t have to check to know I probably had a lipstick stain on the right side of my cheek. I forced out a smile to reassure her. She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Don’t worry, I’m still yours. You don’t have to be jealous.” Yeah. The problem was I wasn’t sure it was her I was feeling jealous over.

he mumbled, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, cheeks and lips. His hand idly caressed her breast, thumb brushing the still-sensitive nipple. She giggled, tilting her face up to capture his mouth. Brad's fingers traced lazy patterns on her skin, his dominance a comforting blanket over her submission. Marie nestled closer, content in the afterglow, knowing this affair had woven itself too deeply into their souls to unravel easily.

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”