Protection Romance Books Novels & Stories

I'm asking you to protect me from being watched for one night. His hand rose suddenly and closed around the back of my neck. Heat spread beneath his palm. His thumb pressed along my jaw, tilting my face upward until I had no choice but to look at him. Sandalwood and leather filled my senses, mixed with the faint scent of rain from his coat. My pulse jumped beneath his fingers. I remembered every kiss we had shared, every moment when his restraint had slipped just enough to show me what lived beneath it. You make obedience difficult, he murmured.

Chapter 1 **************** What will you do if you encounter an unmatched girl will you call her monster because of her eyes? ******************* 3years ago I'm just a normal girl but it suddenly changes my life when I found out that, I was adopted but too bad before my real parents can get me. I got kidnap for some reason, And there I met sunhoo he's a bodyguard he always checking on me and taking care of me so I don't feel scared when I'm with him because I know that he will protect me.

Then his arm remained linked with Stella’s as he led her toward the couch in the living room, leaving Cindy frozen in place. “Come on, you must be tired.” Cindy’s chest tightened as she watched them. Stella’s presence was effortless, commanding and somehow graceful, full of life unlike her. Cindy realized she was being pushed aside in her own home, replaced, not just physically but emotionally, by a woman who had once held Alexander’s heart. Then, Stella settled in the room beside their bedroom, a quiet claim of dominance that made Cindy’s stomach twist. Alexander had finally brought her back—his first love, the one he had never truly let go of. And Cindy, despite everything she had endured,

"Let's promise to always be there for each other, no matter what. To love each other, cherish each other, and protect each other from harm." Celess felt a warm glow spreading through her chest. She knew that Steve was the one she had been searching for, the one who could make her feel complete. "I promise," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Steve leaned in and kissed her again, their bodies melting together in a passionate embrace. In that moment, Celess knew that she had found her soulmate, and that nothing would ever tear them apart. As they danced, Celess couldn't help but feel that this was where she was meant to be. In Steve's arms, she felt safe and protected, and she knew th

He pressed soft kisses to my temple, my forehead, the top of my head, murmuring quiet words I could barely make out. “I’ve got you… just breathe… you’re safe.” We stayed like that for a long time. His heartbeat slowly steadied under my cheek. His hand moved in slow, soothing circles over my back. The sharp sting on my ass had faded into a warm, pleasant heat. I felt protected in a way I hadn’t felt in years. No one had ever held me like this after. Eventually the quiet intimacy shifted. I felt him growing hard again against my thigh. He didn’t rush. He simply kept holding me, kissing my shoulder, my neck, waiting until I lifted my face to his.

“I'll ruin it instead and with that he lifted her from the car, holding her to himself in an embrace. His member still inside her. Impulsively, Anna wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms hugging his broad shoulders to her. Author spread his legs, taking a firm stand. Suddenly he began pounding into her hole with speed. Anna could feel him hit her womb and her mouth hung open while her eyes rolled to the back of her head in pleasure. A loud sound echoed through the silence of the workshop and Anna cried out. Author spanked her ass again and again. Anna's legs stretched out, her hands still holding his shoulders in a desperate grip to get off.

To get to it? I married you to protect you! Adrian growled, his hand surging forward to snatch her wrist, his strong grip pinning her in place. The undeniable magnetism between them crackled, possessive and volatile. I kept you close because it was the only way to keep you safe from a war you had no part in. I am the target now! she raged against his chest, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs. You can’t hide me in the dark anymore! Adrian stared down at her parted lips, his eyes dark with a lethal mix of frustration, guilt, and raw desire. You deserve the truth, he rasped, his thumb stroking the rapid pulse in her wrist. Everything.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

My childhood friend promised to marry me once we came of age — but at my wedding ceremony, he gave my wedding ring to my stepsister, Summer Hugh. At the time, it was Victor Lowell, the fearsome mafia heir, who saved me by publicly announcing he had loved me for years. In the five years we had been married, he would fulfill every wish I had, even those I mentioned offhand. I truly believed I was the center of his world. All that changed when I stumbled across a top-secret folder as I was cleaning his bookshelf. The very first page was a file on Summer, with three red words printed in bold, “Top protection priority.”

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.