Romance Dorian Novels & Stories

“Or maybe I just see what’s right in front of me.” “And what’s in front of you?” “You,” he said simply. I didn’t say anything to that. I just looked at him. He leaned in a little. “Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you’re about to kiss me.” I laughed again, loud and real. “I’m not going to kiss you, Dorian.” “I know,” he said. “But that look… It's dangerous. It's like you're undressing me with your eyes slowly, like you've seen all that's beneath my cloth, and then....”

"I'll leave right now if you keep this up." Dorian raised both hands in surrender and stepped back with an apologetic smile. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry," he stated. "Anything you say is fine by me." I knew I wanted Dorian so badly it was almost painful to resist him. He was romantic and handsome and exactly the kind of older distinguished man that every woman in her late twenties would dream about. But not now, not like this. This was a contract marriage and nothing more, not some romantic new beginning that I had time or energy for.

Between the two of them, they had cooked chaotic-energy and absolutely no business being left in charge of anything. Dorian had left for Asia that same afternoon. They had taken over his office by four-thirty. "If Orlov wants to marry some Greek whore," Dante started. "That is derogatory," Enzo said flatly. "Don't." "Fine. If Orlov wants to marry some Greek woman, what does that have to do with us or La Casata?"

Dorian’s hands roamed over Kai’s body, cupping, squeezing, praising every inch. “You’re so beautiful,” he said softly. “So strong, so sexy.” Kai’s breath hitched. “Keep saying it.” “You’re perfect,” Dorian whispered against his ear. “My perfect Kai.” Kai moaned, hips bucking. Dorian lined himself up slowly, teasing, pressing the tip to Kai’s entrance. Kai gasped, the anticipation sharp and delicious. “Please, Dorian.” With a slow, deep breath, Dorian pushed inside. Kai cried out, gripping Dorian’s shoulders.

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.

Leaning in closer, Dorian brushed his lips deliciously against my ear and whispered, “I’d love to tell you how much I want to strip you down, out of this sexy little red dress of yours and feel every curve of your body - from top to bottom…but this isn’t the right place for that now, is it?” I just met this man; Dorian Grimaldi. Just met him barely an hour ago and yet, having him explicitly tell me those naughty thoughts of his sent a feverish thrill down my spine. I should have been pushing him away, condescendingly telling him off for saying such words to a lady he just met but every hormonal nerve in my body was too turned on to care. I wanted to his hands on every inch of my body - holdi

"But a wounded animal is always dangerous." Kael walked onto the balcony. He saw Dorian. "Am I interrupting?" Kael asked. "Just leaving," Dorian said. He pushed off the railing. "I have a date with a delightful Omega who thinks my scar is sexy." Dorian winked at me and left. Kael walked over to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. "He is right you know," Kael whispered. "You look beautiful." "I feel tired," I admitted. "It has been a long war."

Sigfri let out a whimper of surprise and pain, but before she could protest, Dorian’s tongue licked the small wound, savoring the metallic taste of blood with dark devotion. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her legs weakening before the supernatural intensity of his amber gaze. "Savoring the very depths of your body," Dorian declared, his voice vibrating against her lips. "Get ready, Sigfri, because you’re about to discover that the man you got engaged to is far more than you can handle."

Dorian took a step towards me and another until we were so close we could have embraced and his hand cupped my cheek convincing me that I was truly awake. "Mine." "Yours?" Was he mad? Had he forgotten how he had rejected me, humiliated me without looking at me once? Now he was calling me his mate? "Mine." He nodded, taking my question in the wrong way, a small shy smile forming on his face and I suddenly realised something. Dorian, the asshole, was hot. Before I could digest the fact that I still somehow found him attractive, King Damien appeared behind Dorian and while I could see him, Dorian couldn't.

he said quietly, “if something happens to Alexander tonight, this whole trip could spiral out of control.” Chiara turned, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She draped her arms around his neck, her perfume curling through the air like smoke. “Relax, Dorian. It’s just a mild hallucinogen,” she whispered. “I need Renzo to believe there’s something between Alexander and me. That way, he’ll take my side when the time comes.” Dorian’s jaw tightened. He could feel her breath near his ear, could smell the sweetness of her hair. His pulse quickened despite the unease twisting in his stomach.