Romance Manga With Cold Male Lead Novels & Stories

Dragonman, Dragonman, Between thee and thine, Share me that glimpse of love Greater than mine. Anne McCaffrey A crooked smile curved Mikhail's lips, and it made him that much sexier. He stood there in nothing but unbuttoned jeans, showing the dark trail of hair from his navel leading down to his waist. The indentions of his hips made her mouth run dry. She was thirsty for a taste of him.

Overall, it was beautiful and deceivingly idyllic. He mentally drew from that pool of liquid and felt the ice crawl through his veins with a thrilling chill. The air around him dropped in temperature and the blades of grass around his feet frosted over. He pushed out and felt the frost racing out in front of him towards his opponents. Kari opened his eyes while continuing to draw from his reserve of ice. He could faintly make out his tattoo glowing silver under his long sleeves at the edge of his vision. It pulsed brighter and brighter the more power he drew and held onto.

My hands flew up to his broad shoulders, my fingers digging into the fleece of his hoodie as I kissed him back with equal desperation. The electric spark of our bond flared up my spine, sweet sea salt weaving through his dark amber heat until my whole chest burned. The wall behind me felt solid and cold, but Jax’s body pressed against mine was all heat and strength. *** His hands moved beneath my jacket, his palms gripping my bare hips through my shirt, pulling my lower body flush against his broad frame. He pulled back half an inch, his lips brushing my jawline, his hot breath scorching my neck.

He tries to defend himself and manages to land some blows on my face, but so much rage emanates from me that I don't even feel them; until what seems to be a dozen men grab me, pulling me away from him. The Russian stands up with a bloody face and comes at me hitting me with everything he has. He is a man trained in the most sadistic mafia that can exist, but my mind and concentration are focused on them, and a superhuman force dominates me, managing to free myself from the arms holding me. I lunge again at the Russian and we fall to the floor, but when I try to hit him again, a sharp pain pierces my side.

I muttered under my breath, my voice filled with disbelief. The man—Lucas Hawke—stood, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. His expression was unreadable, but there was a tension in the air that made my skin prickle. I stared at him, my mind racing. This was the man I’d hurled a stone at just hours ago. The man who had tossed a card at my face like I was nothing. And now…now I was supposed to marry him? “Well?” He said, his voice low and commanding. “Shall we discuss the terms of our arrangement?”

Branches from overgrown bushes clawed at my arms as I darted through winding alleyways. My lungs burned. My legs trembled. But I couldn't stop. They were behind me. I could hear them. I turned a corner blindly, rain blurring my vision. And crashed into something solid. The world tilted as I collided with a broad chest. Strong arms caught me before I could fall. I looked up, gasping for breath, and froze. A man. Tall, powerful, dressed in black despite the rain. Dark eyes that seemed to pierce right through me, sharp, unreadable, intense.

Caspian gripped her thigh with one hand, spreading her wider, his fingers digging into her soft flesh just hard enough to leave faint marks. The broad, cool crown of his cock pressed against her entrance, nudging insistently at her slick, swollen folds. She was drenched, her arousal coating him immediately, the heat of her pussy a stark contrast to his icy touch. Ria gasped sharply, the sensation electric—his coldness seeping into her sensitive lips, making her clit throb and her inner walls flutter in anticipation of being stretched.

"Haven't I treated you right all these years?" "Treated me right?" I locked eyes with him. "You turned my hands into weapons, filled my nights with nightmares, and made me a slave to those pills. You call that treating me right?" He growled, "I saved you! My old man wanted you gone, but I convinced him to let you be! Without me, you'd be six feet under!" I shot back, saying, "Well, maybe I'd prefer that." He let go of my hand and jerked back as if he had touched a hot stove. For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade.

I pulled him toward me and crashed my mouth against his. It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a movie kiss. It was messy, desperate, and full of all the anger and confusion we had been carrying since the day we became roommates. It tasted like salt and heat. It felt like a fight. Jax made a low sound in his throat: half a groan, half a growl and slammed me back against the tiled wall. The cold tile hit my back, but I didn't care because his body was warm, pressing against me, pinning me there. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode seven 🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. A shiver raked my body as I woke up and noticed that I was naked. But where’s the blanket and……….. My gaze landed on king Damien as he sat on a rocking chair, looking down at me with lust in his eyes. I gulped and tried looking elsewhere, suddenly feeling shy as his gaze pierced me.