Suspenseful Romance Novels & Stories

You could almost hear it settle. He leaned down and kissed me, gentle, lingering, unclaimed by urgency. A morning kiss. A still here kiss. I answered the same way, my hand resting against his chest, feeling his heartbeat gradually sync with mine again. Not wildfire. Slow fire. When we parted, we stayed close, noses brushing. Neither of us treated affection like something to rush past. With him, romance lived in the pauses as much as the contact. “No alarms yet,” I said quietly. “They’re being held.”

Eyes that will probably hunt her for the rest of her life after this case. Was it worth the risk, pursuing this friendship? Could she even call it a friendship when the two of them were obviously trying to get into each other's pants again? Having a romantic relationship as an agent is, admittedly, difficult. She had seen romantic relationships fail and gone through a couple of rough ones herself. That was why she had decided on not pursuing one and occasionally getting laid with a stranger. But this stranger had a name and a penchant for twisting her panties in a bunch. Charlie's phone vibrated on the table. With an apologetic look at Maddox, she read the message from Jake.

He is telling me something about the Dublin consortium, one of the partners apparently having second thoughts about the development given the heritage application's progress, and I am listening but I am also watching his face, the way it moves when he talks about things he cares about, and I feel something so full and warm that it interrupts my ability to track the sentence. "Come here," I say. He stops mid sentence. Looks at me. I pull him toward me by the front of his shirt and he comes, settling over me on the couch, and I reach up and hold his face and look at him properly. "I love you," I say. Not in response to anything. Just because it is true and saying it still does something every

His other hand slid up my spine, cupping the back of my neck, his thumb brushing the pulse point. “Look at me,” he ordered, tilting my face toward him. I obeyed, my gaze locking with his. The intensity there was staggering, anger, yes, but also possession, desire, and something else I couldn’t quite name. Something deeper. He kissed me then, hard and claiming, swallowing the gasp that escaped my lips. It wasn’t gentle; it was fire and frustration and promise all at once. I clutched at his shoulders, melting into him even as my mind screamed that this wasn’t supposed to feel like safety.

Instead, my hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him closer, as if the weight of him was the only thing keeping me grounded in a world that had spun out of control. His fingers dug into my waist, possessive, as if he could hold onto me and keep the chaos outside at bay. I couldn’t deny the heat between us. It was suffocating, consuming. His lips found mine again, and the kiss turned desperate, like we were both aware of the ticking clock, of how fragile this moment was. Outside, the city was burning, the threat of another attack looming, but here, in this room, all I could feel was him. “You drive me insane,” I whispered, my nails digging into his skin as he pushed my legs apart, his body ho

“Severus, to answer your question, trust is a two-way street. First, why don’t you fill me in on your thoughts about the uninformative meeting with my father?” ***** "Who in the hell is Catalina? Is she from Infidelity? What happened to Chelsea?" My questions came fast and furious. "Mr. Demetri, I'll try to explain." I gripped my phone tighter as I paced back and forth in front of the windows. In my current state I didn’t notice that the lights of Washington DC shimmered stories below. "Mrs. Witt..." If we were going to play this professional tone, I was ready. "...this was your plan. This was your idea, and now it seems to have been blown to hell. I'm not accustomed to incompetence coming f

I poked my ears, “I’m sorry what?” “I said, how about marrying me, not because you’re pregnant, nor because we’re mates. How about you marry me just because I love you.” I shook my head, “I think the wolfsbane has gotten into your brain.” “No.” He followed suit, “It’s just just the bond I feel. I am in love with you Aurora Thompson.” His sudden confession took me by storm, whacked me across the face even. My heart raced, thumped, sank, fluttered, all at the same time. It was only a few minutes away from an overload. I felt like I was going to pass out.

His tongue swirls I lose the train for thoughts for a minute when I feel his two fingers entering me nothing soft about it rough In and out I moan my breath coming in and out matching the rhythm of his fingers I put my hands on his hair trying to push him he stops looking at me in the eyes and smiles. "You enjoying this aren't you , does he know I had you first " he says standing up like a dash of cold water I come back to my senses I was this close to having a an organism in Jude's door for fucks sake. He moves to his bed his bedroom is minimal decorated he has grey bedding white walls with a huge painting it has little furniture.

He suddenly pressed my hand against his chest as he asked, “M- Miss Sasha, are you my mate?” I could feel his rapid heartbeats and his uneven breathings. I couldn’t tear my gaze from his handsome and tormented profile. Startling me, my Lycan agreed instantly, letting out a torment groan, “Mate! Our mate!” I detected a flicker in his intense eyes as his steady gaze bore into me in silent expectation. The way we were attracted to each other, undoubtedly, we were fated mates. I was barely able to control my gasp of surprise as I gave a brief nod, “I think so.”

“Yes, please.” He walked out of the room again and this time, I sank into the sofa and closed my eyes. There was something very comforting about Dominick’s house. Initially, my plan had been to quickly come here with the report and head back home, but now, I didn’t feel like going home anymore. Five minutes must have passed before Dominick walked in some moments later carrying a saucer and a cup. “Thank you,” I said to him, receiving the coffee. He left the room once more and I took in the sweet, soft aroma of the coffee before drinking. It was exactly how I liked coffee when I tasted it.