Novel & Cerita Romance Books Possessive Males

“However, I’m not the one with a harem.” Tiernan frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means…” She stroked his face with her fingertips. “It means I’m the one who has the right to be jealous. I have to share you with five other women, plus who knows how many on your trips.” “I haven’t slept with anyone since taking you as a companion.” He made the admission gruffly, as though he didn’t like giving her that information. Madison sighed. “Except for one night.” Firming her mouth, she said, “It doesn’t matter who you were with. You owe me nothing.”

Colton kisses like he’s on a quest, like he is determined to come on-top. He kisses like a king, domineering and firm, with so much focus and intensity it makes me dizzy with need. I sighed into the kiss, feeling my knees weakened when his hand finds my open skin beneath the shirt, his finger slowly really up my under boob. I felt goosebumps rise in my skin, shivering internally when he cups a boob in his hand. Colton grips me even tighter, making me open my mouth even more, allowing his tongue slide into the walls of my mouth. A groan escaping his throat. Colton’s hands on me, it’s addicting, divine and leaves me dizzy with immense want.

Raphael, filthy, and incredibly mischievous. The thought of the discreet encounters they could have all day long makes her gasp for air. As Jannis's thoughts swirl with the limitless potential of their clandestine romance, her pulse beats with excitement. In response to Jannis's excitement, Jake chuckles softly. He gives her buttocks a good smack and squeezes them together. You're being quite mischievous, my dear. However, I adore it.

The bitter brew was a poor substitute for the taste he already craved. He’d been with plenty of women. Beautiful, bold, eager. He’d never felt more than temporary satisfaction, never wanted more than a night or two. But Elina was different. She would be his. She just didn’t know it yet. He wanted to possess her, to claim her so thoroughly no one would ever question whose she was. The thought was not romantic, it was a verdict. She was a sunbeam in a tomb. He needed to own that light, to keep it for himself alone.

“So fucking beautiful trying to hold it together while that toy is buzzing in your tight little pussy.” “Dante…” I whispered, voice breaking. “Please—not here.” But even as I said it, my body betrayed me. Another pulse from the toy made me gasp softly. I leaned into him, gripping his arm for balance. He smelled like sin and safety all at once—cologne, whiskey, and that dark masculine scent that had always undone me. “Look at you,” he continued, voice rough with hunger. “Talking to that guy like a perfect mafia wife while your cunt is stuffed and dripping for me. Did you almost come in front of them, farfalla? Were you about to soak that pretty dress right there?”

Sharing. --- PAIGE I've never felt anything like this. Three men. Three different rhythms. Three different ways of loving me. Haruto is fire. Intense. Desperate. He kisses me like he's been waiting six years. Marcus is earth. Steady. Warm. He touches me like I'm something precious. Julian is air. Quiet. Everywhere. His hands find places I didn't know I wanted to be touched. "More," I breathe. "More what?" Julian asks.

Relieved that one had seen me, I took a bath and tried to recover from the whole thing. My legs are still shaking from everything that happened last night, and I love it. Dante did not keep his hands off me, not for a moment, not even in the dark. He was all over me like ants on sweets. I have had boyfriends, but none of them have been able to arouse me like Dante, and I have never felt such obsessive energy from anyone. I know, it's supposed to be a red flag, a red ocean in fact, but I can't help but love it and crave for every second of it.

“ Saying ‘thank you ’ is not enough for what you did for me last night. You gave yourself to me. I’ll never be able to thank you enough. You gave me a precious gift.” I put my hands in his hair. Stroke my fingers down it, and on to his cheek and chin. His jaw is boyishly strong. Sexy in the low light. And just about as irresistible as the rest of him. I return his storm of kisses with my own. I kiss his chest and shoulders, relishing their broadness. Their strength. How manly they are while also being tender and sheltering. “You were a very good boy,” I whisper, afraid of the emotions

My soul was a desert and you, my love, is an ocean I was searching so hard for. You is all I need to live..... Murmuring the last line, I closed down the last page of my novel and exhaled a gentle sigh. I never feel lonelier then I do after finishing a romantic novel. I swear they make love sound so dreamy in these books that my craving for a companion shoots up by like thousand times. I wonder if I would ever get to feel this "magical feeling." Men in these novels are so fanciful though- sweet, caring, understanding and so romantic. If only we could order men too on shopping sites. If it was possible, I would have got me a gentleman who is considerate, soft-spoken and chivalrous. Nothing li

He sat down next to her and allowed her to lean against his chest, gently stroking her long hair. "Fine, if you won't show me, just tell me." "It's just a romance novel," Maisie said with a light laugh. "The female lead loves the male lead deeply, but he has no feelings for her and sees their relationship as a transaction." Daniel's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly interrupted her. "Novels nowadays are full of nonsense. Don't read it." "What's the matter?" Maisie widened her eyes. "Didn't you ask me to tell you about it?"