Taboo Love Novels & Stories

Came quiet, holding tight. The decision came. We'd go, faces neutral. But under, fire burned. At the wedding, tension was high. Danced close, hands brushing. Stole away to the guest room. Door locked, dresses hiked. He bent me over bed, fucked hard. Muffled moans, risk thrilling. Pussy sucked his cock clean after, on knees. Swallowed every drop. Back to party, secrets safe. Months passed, life intertwined. Moved in, world ours, love real. Taboo bound us, unbreakable. No regrets, only more to come.

He added impatiently and I wondered how anyone was able to put up with his attitude. “Irene, sweetheart, come here.” I heard Tyrell say, or more like command, before Irene popped up from her seat and sat on his lap. I watched her slide her hair to a side and Tyrell immediately started licking all over her neck hungrily and seductively. I blushed slightly when a moan escaped through her lips but at the same time, it disgusted me that I was about to witness a first-hand soft porn. Tyrell’s eyes turned a shade darker and I watched his fangs graze against her skin before I quickly turned away.

He never did. “Why are you doing this?” He suddenly asked. “Is it fun teasing and torturing me? We're not dating, why do you keep crossing the line? That crazy stuff you're thinking can't happen between us. If you're in need of something more to laugh about with your friends, just know that my body will never be a part of it.” My heart ached, the accusations fell like arrows on my chest. I will never fuck him and tell others. I treat his body as something sacred, unhappy with letting others even touch his hand. Why will I reveal to others what should remain wrapped up and treasured?

As she spoke, she caught the almost faded image of Gareth punching the wall, but she shook it off. “The point is, everything is going to be fine. Just go with the flow, and if it’s not meant to be, then it’s not, but if it is, then it is,” she added before concluding. “And you shouldn’t be apologetic for being in love, because you’re allowed to be. At least it’s not a taboo on your part.” Her voice drifted at the last part as an image of Damien’s smiling face suddenly flashed in her mind. “A taboo?” Priya’s voice sliced through the air, blocking the image.

And definitely, it was not she expected at all, since she disliked the man since her high school days. "You must get used to it, Liv," anito. "I am one to give many compliments to my girl. And also, my love language is touch. So I think, you would have to find ways to adjust to that." Napatango siya. "Don't worry. I got it." "You do?" anito na nakalapit na sa kanya. Napatigil naman siya nang biglang hinawi nito ang buhok niya at inipit sa tenga niya.

"And Axel? I do want to meet her. Soon. That's not optional. Understand?" "I understand." "Good. And remember—the curse is patient. It waits for the moment you're happiest, the moment you think you've finally escaped it. And then it strikes. Don't let your guard down. Not for a second." The line went dead. I stood there for a long moment, staring at my cracked phone screen, Silas's words echoing in my head. Don't forget the curse. We destroy everything we love. It will end in tragedy. I thought about last night. About making love to Addison for the first time. About how perfect it had been. About how she'd looked at me with so much trust and love and complete faith that I was exactly who I p

Our bodies said everything. “I love you,” Frank said suddenly. “Not just this. I love being with you.” My heart swelled. “I love you too,” I whispered. “More than I should.” We talked about our feelings. It was more than sex. We connected deep. He understood me. I made him feel young and alive. The taboo made it stronger. But it also made it scary. The next day we took more risks. Mom went to the store. We had thirty minutes. I sucked him in the kitchen. On the counter. I took him deep while he sat on a chair. Then he bent me over the table and fucked me. We came together fast.

The weight of the night before sat between us like a third presence. Finally, he turned to me. “I’ve been in love with you for years,” he said quietly. “I stayed quiet because I thought you didn’t feel the same, and I refused to risk losing you as a friend. Last night wasn’t just sex for me, Nora. It’s never been just anything with you.”

Ross’s thumb traced my bottom lip, his eyes burning with something darker than lust—something that looked dangerously close to love. “No, baby girl.” His voice was velvet over steel. “I’m going to own you. There’s a difference. And once you’re mine… you’ll never want to be anyone else’s again.” He stepped back just enough to place a thick black folder on the desk between us. The contract. My hands trembled as I stared at it. Every sane voice in my head screamed to run. Every broken, aching part of me wanted to drop to my knees and beg him to start right now.

Sean admitted, climbing down from the bed. “And I remember telling you that I’m in love with someone else." Amy firmly stated. She doesn’t understand why Sean didn’t want to let go of his feelings. Doesn’t he get the fact that she’ll never reciprocate his love? “You can’t be serious.” Sean chuckled in disbelief. Is she seriously referring to the same person he is thinking? “I am and you know it.” she replied. “You can’t seriously still be in love with a guy that left you completely shattered.”