Mm Romance Novels & Stories

Damon says, looking deeply into my eyes, “But on a deeper level, I love knowing I’m inside of her. Not to fuck her, just because I belong in there. It’s about possession.” “Of course it is,” Aiden murmurs with an amused chuckle, “I’m not judging. I think it’s… romantic. I wouldn’t have expected it from you.” “That’s me, Mr Romance,” Damon responds with a smirk, his hands touching my ass possessively. Aiden lifts a hand to caress my arm, so I lean closer to him and purse my lips until Aiden gets the hint and he leans closer to kiss me. “You’re so cute,” he says against my lips, “So damn cute.”

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.

"Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty.

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

The passion Sean showered her with made it impossible for her to reject him. As Sean placed the roses in her hand, he took out a ring from his pocket and placed it carefully on her finger. “You’re mine the moment you wear this ring. Don’t you ever think of running away from me.” Rachel stood at the door and glared at the loving couple. As the two hugged, a glint of evil flashed past Rachel’s eyes.

He held up the book so I could see how much of it he had read. “You’re reading my vampire romance?” Obviously, I knew this already, but I still couldn’t believe he actually had it in his hands. I was more than a little embarrassed. “Well, yeah,” Brandon said, pulling it away from me. “Fangs of Love by Amber Rose. It’s really quite interesting. I’m doing research.” He said it in an overly romanticized voice and I could feel my face turning red. “Just give it here,” I whispered, reaching for it again. He held it just out of my reach.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

The air in the king's bedroom is thick, charged with the scent of omega in heat, the heavy curtains drawn tight against the outside world. Damien stands over Aiden, his presence towering shadow that consumes the available space. He doesn’t wait for permission or adjustment; he simply claims his mouth crashes down on Aiden’s, a bruising collision of teeth and lips that steals the breath from Aiden’s lungs instantly. It isn’t a gentle greeting; it is a takeover, a hungry, devouring force that leaves Aiden clinging to Damien’s biceps for stability. The kiss tastes of copper and desperation, Damien’s tongue invading Aiden’s mouth with a rhythm that mimics the act to come.

“She’s blushing! Maya is totally blushing!” “Rina,” I try to sound serious, “be nice.” “I am nice. I’m really nice. I’m the nicest.” Damian starts to wake properly. He stretches, yawns, and looks at me with soft eyes. “Hey.” “Hey.” He kisses me—not just on the cheek, but on the lips. It’s slow and warm. Rina makes a sound. “They’re at it again.” Damian pulls back. “At what?” “Being romantic. It’s gross. But, like, nice. I’m conflicted.”

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h