Novel & Cerita Romance Books With Possessive Males

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.

Immediately his lips pressed quickly to mine and with a soft moan, I grabbed his cock and stroked it once more. Max kissed me quickly, several rapid fire little pecks and telling myself to be patient, I worked my fingers through his hair and keeping his head still caught his lips with mine and slowed him down. "Relax, it's not a race, baby." I whispered against him, "Women like men who take their time, not grabby boys. Take your time, enjoy me; experience me."

She was offering herself. With a careful, deliberate grace, he mounted her. His paws found purchase on her broad shoulders, chest pressing into the curve of her spine. The contact sparked a volatile heat between them, raw and electric. He expected her to pull away, to slam the door on this fragile truce—but she stayed. A low, guttural snarl rumbled from her throat—thick with all the words she couldn’t speak. Rian shifted forward, sliding inside her with a rough groan that vibrated through his whole frame. She clenched instinctively, muscles tightening even as her heart warred against the need. He froze, breath hot against her fur, buried deep inside her warmth.

Soon sleep came over my body and I fell in it but what astonished me was I never thought that I will ever hold someone in my arms or will ever get this much peaceful sleep. Author Pov. Damon always wanted to get married but in his life love. Affection or romance these kinds of emotions never came. He not even for once thought of falling for someone. Because for him love is useless. It's not like he has some past terrible issues but instead, he had seen relationships crumbling up like it's nothing but a mare lust. He wanted a wife not to have an affectionate relationship or romantic love story no he only wanted a woman to have an heir. And he was sure that women will never ask him for somethi

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.

I lean against the door frame, crossing my arms over the chest. “I don’t know, I picked this up from Bianca’s table in her office. It happened this book is actually a romance.” Showing me the cover of a half-naked man. “And since when you like reading a romance novel?” She barks into laughter. “I’m actually having fun. The guy is an asshole and the woman is a demure type.” “Uh, a stereotyped bad boy, playboy. I know you have a thing for that kind of guy.” I don’t know why suddenly I feel a pang in my chest. She’s already my wife, but still, I’m jealous of her imaginary guy.

The man who carries the blood of a monster and the heart of someone who learned to love in the only way he knows: intense, dangerous, and absolutely possessive. In this new arc, everything changes. The narrative is now his—in first person, raw, and unfiltered. You will enter Nolan's mind, feel his obsession, his rage, his fear of becoming like his father, and the overwhelming desire to protect (and possess) the only woman who managed to breach his walls. Prepare for an even darker, more toxic, and more burning dark-romance. With clandestine auctions, hatred that turns to fire, possession that burns, and a love that hurts as much as it heals.

A warning they couldn't ignore. I am the shadow that comes for those who threaten what's mine. --- ★ Klein Mansion – Late Night ★ *Cassie's POV* "Promise me you'll never leave me..." The words echoed softly through the fog of my mind, fragile as the fading light of dusk. I could still feel Valentina's small hand clutching mine, warm and steady.

Like I wasn't just a fucktoy he was going to get tired of fucking in two and a half months and move on to the next woman. "You don't own me," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "Don't I?" His mouth was inches from mine now. "Then why does your body respond to me like this? Why can I feel your pulse racing under my fingers?" "It's because I'm upset!" I bit out. "Good, because so am I." Then his mouth crashed onto mine. The kiss was brutal, possessive, claiming me in a way he never had before. His tongue swept into my mouth, demanding everything I had to give and taking so much more.

“I’ve been half-hard thinking about bending you over in that bridal suite.” My cock twitched hard in my pants. I could feel his own thick length pressing against my hip. “Fuck, Damien. You’re possessive as hell.” “You have no idea.” He kissed me again, deeper, while his hand grabbed my ass. “I want you on your knees right now. Want that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock before I have to stand up there and pretend.” The words hit me like a punch. I wanted it too… badly. I dropped to my knees, hands shaking as I worked his belt open. His cock sprang free, already leaking at the tip.