Primal Romance Books Novels & Stories

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

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“Tell me your name, little wolf.” “Rowan,” I breathed. His body heat was insane, wrapping around me. “And you’re Kael. The Alpha who doesn’t do mates.” His laugh was dark, lips brushing my ear. “I didn’t. Until you. Now I can’t think straight. Can’t lead. Can’t do anything but hunt this scent.” His free hand slid down my side, gripping my hip hard. “Feel what you do to me.” He pressed forward, grinding his massive bulge against my stomach. Thick. Throbbing. I gasped.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Five Something You Shouldn’t Want The wind picked up as Evelyn rode the ATV across the far fields, her fingers clenched tight on the grips, her braid snapping behind her like a whip. The Romano name was all over her brain like a stain she couldn’t scrub out. Not just Damien anymore—but all of them. Luca had sent her a link to some sleek app design mock-up “in case she ever wanted to digitize the ranch,” and Dante had casually shown up at the farmer’s co-op talking gym memberships and local partnerships like he belonged. It was calculated. It was charming. It was suffocating. But it was Damien who got under her skin the most. Always him. Always that look like

RHEA I’m beyond stunned when Damien kisses me. One second I’m laughing—actually laughing—at something stupid he said, head turned away from him while I’m curled in his arms on the couch. The next, his hand slides up my throat, fingers firm under my jaw, tilting my head back to him. His eyes lock on mine—dark, feral, no trace of humor left. Then his mouth crashes down on mine. No soft start. No gentle press. He kisses me like he’s starving—like he’s been holding back for weeks and just snapped.

After about fifteen minutes of waiting in the lounge, he heard giggles of a group of girls, and then Madison entered with two other girls, all naked and completely shocked to see him. "Who are you?" Madison's soft voice came, soft but firm. She raised a brow at him, her nipples pointing straight at him and he didn't even bother to look away from those monster tits. He had only seen such massive breasts in p**n, never in real life, and now he was staring at them? Nothing was going to stop him now from claiming her and making her his. Killian was known for being promiscuous. He never cared about any girl enough to keep her after he had gotten what he wanted...the warmth of her pussy. Love didn

I feel a tenderness that surprises me, a gentleness that I did not know I possessed, and I press a kiss to the nape of her neck, breathing in her scent, letting it fill me, anchor me, consume me. I come inside her, not with a roar or a growl, but with a low, shuddering sigh, a release that feels more like a surrender than a claiming, and I stay inside her for a long moment, feeling her muscles flutter around me, feeling the warmth of my seed pooling inside her. I know that I have marked her in the most primal way, that my scent is now a part of her, that the bond between us is sealed with more than blood, more than pain, more than the words I have spoken, that it is sealed with life itself,

“This was supposed to be your Valentine’s gift, but everything went to shit and I completely forgot.” Draven glanced at it, still grinding against her. “What the hell am I supposed to do with a book? Don’t bore me, Selene. I’m so goddamn horny.” He kissed her neck harder, squeezing her breasts. “Calm down,” she laughed, “The gift is what’s inside.” He took the book from her hands. “Her Price, His Obsession,” he read aloud. “What’s in it?” Selene opened to chapters 15 and 16, then passed it back to him.

The double penetration, the fullness in my mouth and cunt, the way they moved together, it was intense. I was dripping and soaked and my own arousal leaked down my thighs. Devon pulled out, his cock glistening with my spit. He leaned forward, pushing my dress down to bare my breasts. “Now for these,” he said, and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard as his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. I cried out, the sound muffled against nothing. Hans seized the moment and kissed me. I kissed him back, drawing his lower lip between mine as he bit gently into my upper lip. The sensation doubled. Mitch fucking my cunt, Devon sucking my tits and Hans kissing me.