Wooing Novels & Stories

He moans as I touch his glans, and I begin to move my hand up and down, feeling his erection get even stiffer. I stroke Richard's cock with my tongue and mouth, feeling it throb harder and harder as I hear him moan and call my name. I feel the power I have over him and I take advantage of that to drive him completely mad with desire. He grabs my hair as I continue to suck with desire, bringing him closer and closer to the limit.

He pushed my hair off my face. "You're so much prettier when you beg." He sighed, toying with my cock. "I like you so much more like this, pet. You're so soft and desperate." His threat worked. I leaned forward and kissed his tip gently before lapping up a bead of pre and savoring it. I went slow, hoping he'd grab my head and force me. But he let me tease him. Kissing his inner thighs, running my tongue over his shaft, and moaning as I felt the veins twitch. Licking his balls extremely slowly, to be on my knees, sucking the balls of the person I despised most.

“Now that I did, however, I'm not going back. It's time for the next step.” “Step.” I repeated dumbfoundedly He nodded, reaching for my hand. Before I realized what he was doing he raised it up to his face and I felt the soft press of his lips at the back of my hand. I gasped, dragging my hand away. He let it go without a fuss and winked at me. “The next step is wooing you. I'll do my best to win your heart.” he said. I was frozen in place when he spun around reaching the telephone. What was he doing now?

DAMON The room was filled with an intoxicating scent of lust, enveloping everything in its embrace. It was like a tantalizing tickle that sent shivers down my spine. My inner wolf growled in approval as the mating hormone coursed through my veins. It yearned to possess, to feel complete. At this moment, it would be so effortless to claim a woman, to mate with her, and make her mine without hesitation. But for now, all I can do is wait patiently, longing for the solace that the woman who isn't meant for me will bring.

"Babe, I literally swept you off your feet a few minutes ago." I rolled my eyes and wiggled out from under him, sitting up on the sand. "That's not what I meant," I said. "I want the whole package. Flowers, romantic gestures, the works." He sat up beside me, sand clinging to his hair and shoulders. "Oh, so you want the fairy tale, huh?" "Why not?" I shrugged. "A girl can dream." He reached out, taking my hand in his much larger one. "Alright, Aria. Challenge accepted. I'll woo you." His eyes darkened slightly. "But just know, it's not going to be easy for you to resist me."

It’s the sound of a predator ready to catch its prey. “Let me mark you first, you sexy beast. Then I am all yours,” I say. “What do we need to do, my love?” He asks in a husky voice that is filled with need. “I will pour the wine that’s infused with the herbs and you will sip it while I hold your wrist while focusing my intent. When the glass is drained, I will look into your eyes then kiss your wrist. This is the way my people do it. It got rushed with Aiden, because he’s Aiden,” I say and Asim’s body rolls with laughter.

“So, tell me, what does this wealthy client want?” “I’ve given you all the ammunition you’ll need to find that out for yourself.” “Well, I'm going to head home, so I can go over notes if I want to be prepared for tomorrow. Thanks again, Mr. Leonardo.” The wealthy Client Motivation: In the world of wealth, power, and glamour, a sophisticated client finds a need and yearning for love. “What sense does it make to have it and no one to share it with?” Love is a powerful emotion that resonates with warmth and connection. The allure of a 'lover' generates a thrilling mix of excitement and longing, igniting desires that have led to entertaining visions of an ideal relationship. The phrase "I wanna

His golden eyes bored into mine, glowing brighter as his wolf fought for dominance. “My wolf is losing control,” he rasped, with his rough and deep voice. Fur rippled more visibly across his shoulders. Claws extended from his fingertips, pricking the glass desk on either side of me. “He recognizes you. He *needs* you. The moon is pulling us together. Stop fighting it. Let me take you. Let me knot you through the shift. Let me breed you like we both crave.”

Hair wild like that vision, clothing dark and out here in the night, it's creepily reminiscent. “Oh, I know he likes you. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. But I also know wolves. Hormone-fuelled virgin Hommes of a certain age who start to get antsy and fall victim to the oncoming haze….. And I know men. It’s easy to say forever until something more tempting walks by. Should we test it? Do you think your little loyal puppy could be swayed by someone he finds attractive? I mean, we’re identical…. Fucking me could almost be the same as fucking you…. I wonder if it's just the face he likes…..one way to see, I guess.” She moves against him, full-on seduction mode initiated, and flattens a palm

Threads were never forced — they were offered, accepted, and woven together only with mutual agreement, symbolizing a love built on respect rather than conquest. Lord Rowan turned to Elara in front of the glowing crystals, his handsome face illuminated with sincere hope. He lifted their joined wrists, the silver thread shimmering between them. “Under the traditions of my people,” he announced clearly, voice carrying through the grove, “I, Lord Rowan of the Southern Glades, formally offer my courtship to Lady Elara. I vow patience, protection, honest listening, and a future free of shadows. I will follow and guard her through the remaining solstice nights and beyond — if she will accept me.”