Your Boyfriend Is Mine Novels & Stories

I secretly disobeyed myself because it seemed like I was becoming a cripple too. "Me too." I leaned my forehead on his chest. I am ashamed. I want to pinch myself. He gave me a light hug. "I love you so much. You are the only woman I want to spend the days, months, and years of my life with." He smiled. "My boyfriend is so sweet." "Correction. I'm your fiancé. I'm not just your boyfriend." It's still correcting. I nodded. "Yes. It's better to listen to him."

"Everything about this is complicated." "Speak for yourself, you're the one actually engaged now, to a woman who might be carrying your baby." "Fair point." The corner of his mouth moved, the almost-smile making its long overdue return. "At least you have that going for you. Comparatively normal problems." "My problems are extremely normal, thank you." "Boyfriend home for exactly one week, best friend forced into an engagement to avoid a family scandal. Very normal." "Best friend," I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Upgrade from sister, I see."

"But yeah, we became a couple the moment I took you into my bedroom." I want to jump up and down and freak out with happiness, but I force myself to remain calm. For about two seconds. "So you're my boyfriend now?" I ask excitedly, bouncing on my toes. An adorable grin spreads across his face. "That's how it works. I'm yours. You're mine." I circle my arms around his waist and stare up at him as waves of happiness ripple through me. My brain is frozen, stuck on his words. "Wow," I squeak.

I said. "Anything." "What are we?" Cole turned to look at me. "What do you mean?" "I mean... are we boyfriends? Are we just... seeing each other? What are we?" Cole thought about it for a long time. "I don't know," he said. "But I know I love you. And I know I'm not going anywhere." "That's not an answer." "It's the only one I have." I looked at him. His gray eyes. His tired face. His messy hair.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against mine, his breathing still ragged, his bloody hands still cradling my face like I was something sacred. "You're my boyfriend," he murmured, his voice a dark, possessive rumble that sent a fresh wave of heat straight to my groin, completely cutting through the emotional heaviness. "Out there, in here, I don't give a fuck anymore. You're mine, Jules. And I'm never letting you go."

And I don’t want to tell her too. “He is my boyfriend,” I say with a low and shy voice. I have never accepted this truth in front of anyone. I never needed to tell them that he is my boyfriend. He would just go around and tell the people that I am his girlfriend and I had never been able to say that from my own lips. And I realize that it feels so much elating and exciting to accept that fact from your own lips. You know it feels completely beautiful and powerful at the same time when you claim someone as yours.

Like I was trying to convince myself this was what I wanted. He kissed me back with bruising intensity. His hands were everywhere—my hair, my waist, gripping hard enough to mark. "Say you're mine," he demanded against my mouth. "I'm yours." "Say it again." "I'm yours, Aiden." He lifted me. Carried me to the bedroom. Laid me down like I was something precious. Then he claimed me with a possessiveness that bordered on violence. Each thrust felt like a brand. Each kiss felt like ownership. And I let him. Let him take everything I had left to give.

I lost my balance and landed sideways on his lap, one of his arms anchoring me firmly in place. He was staring at me with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. ‘I’m willing,’ he said, his voice low and rough, stripping away all pretence. ‘God, Hyacinth, you have no idea how willing I am. But I don’t want to be a replacement for a battery-operated device. I want to be your boyfriend. I want the title. I want the whole damn thing.’ Boyfriend. The word landed like a lead weight in my gut, sending a cold wave of something that felt suspiciously like panic through the heat of my anger.

"You're mine, baby. I'm making you mine. Right now. I am taking you and making you mine, Sab. You are mine. I am owning you" To hear my sweet, tender-hearted boyfriend getly dominating her is more of a turn on than she can explain. All she can do is moan as she feel her orgasm approaching "Take me inside you, Sab. I love you, baby. Tell me you love me." "I love you, " she respond breathlessly. "Tell me I'm the only one, baby. I know how you like it," he says, slamming into her more insistently now. "You're the only one, " she say. "No one else can make me cum like you."

Kelsey's question interrupted her thoughts. "It's better this way, sex between us would complicate things ... I'm not gonna be his fuck buddy, I can't do that, I need a boyfriend ... that's what I need, and Preston is not that person, you know what I mean?" Kelsey nodded, "Yeah, I guess I can see it from your point of view to me sex is just fun if you can have fun with your best friend ... why not, you're young and inexperienced, the more experience you can get the better."