Romance With Possessive Males Novels & Stories

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.

But my voice was rougher than I intended. The jealousy had burned hotter than I expected. It was not just lust anymore. The thought of someone else touching him made me feel violent in a way I had never experienced before. He brushed his fingers along my jaw. “You do not have to worry. I have been yours for a long time.” I turned my head and kissed him slowly. Deeply and possessively. Then I pulled him on top of me and started all over again. We did not return to the gala that night.

It's not like I wanted him to, but it was so strange. “I want to own you, Princess. I want all of you, your body, your soul, your heart and your mind. I want you to be mine both before God and the law. Then nobody will be able to take you away from me.” Roman says in a growly possessive tone that shouldn't send the thrills of shock and pleasure it sends down my spine. I must be seriously losing my touch. I shake my head to clear my thoughts and I sit up straighter, almost at eye level with him now.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

Finally, College Romance is a wrap but there is actually a book I should have posted before it. The story of their parents titled HER PERSONALITY. It's a short book do I will be updating this soon. 🖤🖤HER PERSONALITY🖤🖤 ___________________________ AUTHORESS RICKY _____________________________ ✍️SYNOPSIS✍️ Not every lady want to be a queen that would be pampered by a man or been boss around or just a full house wife.

Sharing. --- PAIGE I've never felt anything like this. Three men. Three different rhythms. Three different ways of loving me. Haruto is fire. Intense. Desperate. He kisses me like he's been waiting six years. Marcus is earth. Steady. Warm. He touches me like I'm something precious. Julian is air. Quiet. Everywhere. His hands find places I didn't know I wanted to be touched. "More," I breathe. "More what?" Julian asks.

The Mechanics of the Final-Audit Dominic turned, and the "Dark-Romance" intensity in his eyes was staggering. He didn't see a "Partner" or an "Ally." He saw the woman who had "Re-Written" his DNA. He walked toward her, each step a "Predatory-Grace" that signaled his "Possessive-Intent"—but it was a possession born of "Protection," not "Ownership."

I whisper into his ears in a way that looks more like an intense romance. "I'm paying you for everything, including the sex and me touching you, so don't you dare question whatever I do to you when you are just a possession." He responded, and his words struck deep into my heart as they penetrated more deeply. "Let go, and don't argue," he mutters, drawing me closer to himself in a romantic and intense way that seems more like we are a real couple.

“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.

"I bought you the white roses. I brought you to an exclusive event on a date. I purchased one of the rarest, most coveted pieces of jewelry on the planet for you. What else could you possibly want?" She looked down at her lap, her shoulders dropping as she let out a quiet, frustrated sigh. "I don't know, Lucien... Perhaps a normal date? In a regular restaurant? Where we actually get to sit across from each other and talk like human beings?" I went completely still, staring at her flushed, stubborn face. A cold, irritating realization settled heavily in my gut. This was a total disaster. Her concept of romance and mine were operating in completely different dimensions. In my world, romance wa