Romance For Men Novels & Stories

It was always worse when she came home. She closed her eyes and let the familiar fantasy take over. Kai. Forty-five years old. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that quiet, dangerous kind of handsomeness that had ruined her for boys her own age. In her mind he wasn’t gentle. He never was. He had her bent over the edge of this same bed, one large hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise as he slammed into her from behind. Thick. Stretching her open with every deep, merciless thrust. She could almost hear the wet sound of her pussy taking him, almost feel the heavy slap of his hips against her ass.

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

Was he wrong to assume that she would take the bait with romantic words for the first time? Damn it, what was Mr. Marcus thinking? How could he be attracted to such an uptight, unresponsive woman? A survey shows that not all women understand romance and seduction. Most women are reserved and coy, and they don't show much reaction to a man's romantic gestures. However, for the man they love, even a simple smile can be considered romantic. In other words, every woman's display of charm varies from person to person. If you're not the spark that ignites the fire in her heart, don't expect her to burn for you.

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

Wild-hearted and free. But freedom, as she knew it, was on borrowed time. Romance was the last thing on her mind—but it was already coming. Uninvited. Uncompromising. In the form of a man she didn’t know yet. A man sent not to woo her, but to rein her in.

Mariel squawked. "Agreement huh?" The guy snorted. He was the one who undone my buttons. “Tsk! I could never understand why you girls have this kind of thinking. You’ve been fighting over this man when all men could only think of a woman’s body and their worth. We never really care about your feelings and that kind of setting. I joined you here since you all said I’d be having fun… but this is far from it.” “Will you shut up, Mark?!” Mitchell hissed.

“Is there a reason you’re talking to me, or are you just bored of hearing your own voice?” Camille chuckled, amused by the jab. “Oh, I’m just being… helpful. You should know men like Damien don’t do forever. They play, they get bored, they move on. Especially when they weren’t the ones who started the game.” Serena frowned. “What game?”

Damn! Mum hit a landmark with this one. He stepped out of his sleek black sports car majestically, taking a proud look at the surroundings. He was probably in his mid-forties. He looked so strong and masculine, his muscles flexing beneath his well-tailored suit. It was obvious that he worked out frequently. His face was clean-shaven, with a strong jawline that enhanced his poise. He had strong straight legs and a neatly trimmed beard. His height was impressive - a towering iron god.

"Like when the guy is dominant or possessive. At least, that's what I get out of it when I read." "What do you like to read?" "Romance." "Yeah? Does that mean that I'm going to have to live up to some crazy high expectations?" "Possibly," she admits on a laugh, reaching out, lifting her water to her lips. She takes a sip. "I mean, it's not like authors typically write men who make readers cringe, but some of them are a bit over the top and unrealistic. Most, though, just, yum." "Make you horny when you read?" I guess. I've heard enough from Penny when she talks about the books she reads with Olivia to know that they fall into that category often after reading.