Romance Dorian Novels & Stories

A half bitter smile curved my lips, mocking my own miserable state, and I answered as heat flooded my body, “You could say it is a hurricane. Followed by heavy rain. Floods that do not know how to stop.” His pupils widened in sudden shock, mixed with burning desire. His gaze devoured my features as he whispered roughly, “So honest, little one.” His fingers slid lightly, cool and thrilling, between my thighs, touching the thin fabric of my underwear. A shaky gasp escaped my chest, and his name slipped from my lips like a lost moan. “Dorian…” He replied in that strained voice filled with authority that could not be refused, “Shh. Let us fix your problem now, little one.”

"My husband is not going to come and save me. There is so much you don't know. I'm of very little use to your cause. Let me go and I might find something for you. Any amount of money you want." She didn't say a word to me in response, instead, she focused on strapping my sprained ankle and applying burning ointment to the sores. Just then she stood up and headed to the door, but she turned to me. "I don't know who you are, "I've known Dorian for years. He doesn't explain himself. He doesn't answer questions. He doesn't even look people in the eye when he's delivering a job. Yet he stood here listening to you. Don't try to take what is mine, and you might as well pray to the goddess for death

Summer was cut short by Dorian as he clashed his lips against hers, taking her by surprise "I love you too Summer,I have always loved you" Dorian said immediately after the kiss as he smiled and kissed her again . . . . . Damon stood there, at the entrance of the dance party watching them kiss as a painful tear escaped from his eyes He heard everything they said,thanks to his vampire ears and for a slight second he wished he was not a vampire He loved her he loved the beautiful wolf but no she didn't love her Why must it be Dorian huh? Why must it always be him!! Damon asked within himself as he slowly made his way to his room

Tony asks. "Of course, I forgive you. I knew you'd never kill me. That shot was not the best that you could do. Besides, let bygones be bygones. Let's go and drink whiskey. I need one after all the things that happened today. I want to check on Donna Romani," Dante says. Tony watches Dante walk away. I love to see Donald Romani. He has always had a crush on her. He knows she is much older than he is, but she is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. He also knows that he can never reveal how he feels about her, because they need life would be worth nothing. Don Romani is known for being very jealous of his wife. As he and Enzo are standing in Dante's office, a younger version of Donna Ro

She sat there for what felt like an eternity, her eyes fixed on the door, waiting for her betrothed to make his entrance. Finally, the door opened, and a tall figure strode into the room. Penelope's heart skipped a beat as she saw the man she had been betrothed to for the first time. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair that fell in unkempt waves around his face. He had a rugged, handsome face, with a strong jawline and sharp cheekbones. His eyes were a piercing blue and seemed to bore into her soul. He was dressed in all black, and his expression was cold and unfeeling. Penelope shuddered with fear at the sight of him, and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

Darian felt so cold he shivered and took her hands. "I just broke your hymen, Lena." He was so close to tears. She was too pure for his soul, he didn't deserve her. He kissed her passionately and rammed into her again. The pain had subdued and had been replaced with pure and utmost pleasure. Lena moved her body in rhythm to his every move inside of her. Their eyes were locked with each other as they made love to each other. That moment was perfect between them. Neither of them wanted to let go of the other. Darian moved slowly when he was close to his climax, he felt his muscles contracting. He had never reached his climax whenever he had sex with a woman, but it was different with Lena.

I didn't even turn to look at Johnny to seek his approval, I just advanced towards him, watching as the one called Dorian waved the woman beside him to get out of there. She and I passed each other on the short path, me going towards him and her coming towards where I had been standing a moment ago. "Come here then, baby," the one who had previously invited me to be with him spoke again. “I still have a spare leg.” I took a seat on the sofa, next to Dorian, perceiving the aroma of an expensive masculine perfume, being close to him made my skin crawl, perhaps with fear. "I'll leave then," Johnny said when he saw that all the girls were already with the men who had just arrived.

The passion blazed brighter as each caress received an answer. Lucas thrust. As he pushed his masculinity forward, Velia responded in kind. Collisions occurred. There was a slight pain, but Velia relished it. Lucas saw it clearly. It was not just the influence of the vodka he had just sipped. Impossible. It was inconceivable that his eyes could deceive him in witnessing this sight. Velia's face appeared flushed and surrendered. She was captivated and carried away, desiring more as Lucas could clearly feel what was happening. Velia underneath moved in harmony with the thrusts she received.

I turned my face away and pushed him off me and he got angry. "What ,I can't touch you.But Kingston can.You even got pregnant for that bastard ,you let him give you love bites but you won't let me"He yelled and dragged me . Kissing me again, holding my hands tightly.I turned away from him as I tried getting out of his grip. "What ????You allowed Kingston touch you but not me?You are mine now Vida.What's so precious about your body anyways "Dylan said and tore the red gown.