Romance Manga With Cold Male Lead Novels & Stories

She doesn't mind at all. Their union is the result of an arranged marriage between families. It took them several months after the wedding before they managed to consummate their wedding vows. The experience is amazing for her because she quickly develops feelings toward her cold, handsome husband, but she knows deep inside that Axel isn't fully into her. She can feel that he is holding something back from her. Sometimes he is caring towards her, especially if there are other people around, but most of the time he is cold when they are the only two people inside the room.

She could no longer understand Si Ye Han, the novel in which she transmigrated had given a long and detailed description of him, to Jiang Ning, Si Ye Han was a cold-hearted man. He was like a typical CEO character of any dog blooded novel, cold, ruthless and self-reliant. Just like every other shoujo character he only had one woman in his heart and that was Ning Yuya. His life started with Ning Yuya and ended with her, not once did Jiang Ning read a scene where Si Ye Han actually flirted with another woman except Ning Yuya.

Rena said. “Haven’t you ever been curious as to what the female leads in the novels mean when they say “their great aunts are present or what the male and female leads do after taking off each other’s clothes at night? Have you never been curious what the male leads mean when ask the female leads to be on “top” ....,” Rena stared directly into Ji Anling’s doll-like eyes and continued. “Are you truly not aware what kind of feelings Mu Zeyan gets when he gazes into these huge pitch-black eyes?” Rena complimented her. Ji Anling turned beet red.

Akiro conceded. Heli’s eyes turned sharp. While Akiro doesn’t feel afraid of his mate, he admits his gaze was intimidating. But Akiro just felt attracted to it. Damn his mate’s ridiculously handsome looks. He was supposed to be nervous! And probably embarrassed as well, but he can’t take his mate so seriously when he looks so attractive like that, and he’s so close to Akiro. Akiro is just a human after all. A gay human, whose weakness is a ridiculously handsome man with sharp fangs and an ability to control ice.

“Dante… baby, please—touch me harder. I need more.” He chuckled darkly, voice close to my ear, breath hot against my skin. “Not yet. You beg so prettily—makes me want to draw it out until you’re sobbing.” Then ice—a cube pressed to my collarbone, trailing cold fire down between my heaving breasts, circling one nipple until it pebbled impossibly hard, water dripping down my stomach in icy rivulets that made me gasp and squirm. “Dante—no, too cold—please!” I cried out as he switched to the other nipple, the contrast of fire-warmed air and freezing ice driving me insane, my core clenching hard, juices dripping freely now. He dragged it lower—over my mound, pressing it directly against my swolle

She can feel the vibration of his chest pressed to her back, his pulse in perfect counterpoint to the pounding of her own. Rion, kneeling before her, is the cold that soothes and accentuates the burn. His lips are winter, a contrast that makes her keen, and his tongue moves with the lazy assurance of someone who could draw pleasure from her for centuries. His hands map her thighs with icy thoroughness, trailing up and around to cup her breathlessly, possess river-cool, as his canines graze her collarbone in a threat-promise she welcomes. His gaze—a glacial blue that glitters even in the dark—never leaves her face, tracking every gasp and flutter as he coaxes her higher and higher.

But before the kiss could land, his lips slipped away, ghosting down over Noah’s neck. Noah's shirt lifted as Sterling’s hands moved beneath it, pushing it high over his abdomen. Warm lips returned, brushing over Noah’s chest, then trailing down his muscles. His cock twitched, leaking and straining upward like it couldn’t stay still. A firm hand came up to trap it, holding it steady. “This won’t take long,” Sterling murmured with a sinful smirk. Noah should’ve been humiliated, should’ve felt emasculated. But there was nothing more masculine than this man, muscles taut beneath his tailored shirt, eyes dark and hot, and that perfect mouth ready to claim him.

Aaron’s gaze darkened, and he stood up slowly, closing the small distance between them. His towering frame loomed over her, and she straightened up. He reached out, placing one hand on the couch beside her hip, effectively caging her in. The intensity in his silver eyes sent her heart into a frenzied rhythm. “I told you,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth like a dangerous caress, “if you thank me one more time, you’ll face the consequences.”

I bit out. Roman let out a low, cold grunt. "Then let's see how your body responds to the rest." He leaned down and claimed my mouth. His kiss was entirely different from Rocco's. Rocco's touch had been a desperate, hungry fire. Roman's was cold, calculated, and completely dominating. He moved with a precise, clinical efficiency that left me absolutely no room to fight. His hands held my hips in a brutal grip, anchoring me to the mattress. I closed my eyes, focusing entirely on the physical sensations.

Mj felt so warm and accepted a feeling she had never had before, she didn't know what this place was but she never wanted to leave. She leaned into the hand and the warmth she felt from it started to wash over her entire body, Mj closed her eyes and leaned into the chest of the man holding her. She giggled as he started to make a sound that sounded very much like purring. The pain in her head disappeared and when she opened her eyes to look up at him she noticed Dante’s eyes were completely gold, and they seemed to be dancing almost as if liquid were trapped inside them, Mj gasped and jumped to her feet.