18+ Romance Books Novels & Stories

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

I slowly used it to trail the edge of my thigh. I flinched when the candles had gotten to the center of my life. It was sending a shrill sensation down my spine. "Oh Ezra, take it easy." I moaned dipping the candles into my honeypot. "Ouch..."I drawled In a sexy voice, rolling my eyes around the ceiling. I flew the candles away because no matter how it couldn't satisfy the lustful desires which were occupying my mind at the moment. I wanted to be licked but the candles definitely would not be able to lick me.

mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion* Deacon Another week has flown by in the blink of a fücking eye, since my last date with Myla. It feels like I haven't seen her in months, though.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2026 by Ollie This is a dark romance that contains triggering content and thus, isn’t suitable for readers under 18. It contains explicit sexual content and morally grey characters bordering on obsessive and possessive traits willing to ruin their lives for each other. This is not fit for anyone struggling with mental health or stuck in an abusive relationship. It is not to be misconstrued or mislabeled. This is strictly for entertainment purposes.

"I have my ways." Dante set his fork down. His knuckles went white against the table. "Those books are filling your head with nonsense. Ideas you're too young to..." "I'm fourteen, not a baby." She crossed her arms. "And they're just romance books. Love stories. Happy endings. Nothing inappropriate." "They're not age appropriate. And when I give an order..." This was going to turn into a fight. I could feel it. I tucked my hair behind my ear. "I used to read them too."

He buried his face in my chest, his mouth sucking, kissing, and biting my sensitive skin, each sensation driving me wild. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the moment, my hands roaming all over his back, feeling the muscles ripple under his skin. He moved back, kissing me again, his hands kneading my breasts, squeezing them almost like a dough. The roughness of his touch only heightened my arousal, making me moan into his mouth.

Jeremy leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, his t-shirt stretching tight over his biceps. “No, thanks,” she said, not looking up. He ignored her and stepped in anyway. “Sci-fi fan huh?” He said, picking up a stack of novels. “Yeah,” she said, low but a bit panicked because what if he saw? Just as he was about to dig further. “Jeremy, wait, don’t touch that.” Too late, he had already picked it up. “Oh?” he said, staring at the book, then back at her. “Dark romance? Erotica? I didn’t know you were kinky like that.” He teased.

I am yours, I breathed, my hands sliding beneath his suit jacket, pressing flat against the burning, muscular breadth of his back. His dark eyes snapped, the last fragile thread of his restraint shattering completely. Adrian claimed my mouth in a kiss that was pure, possessive ruin. It wasn't gentle, nor was it meant to comfort me. It was desperate, demanding, and filthy, tasting of dark promises, blood, and absolute authority. His tongue invaded my mouth, plundering every inch of me while his free hand slid down my spine, cupping my rear through the fabric of my dress and lifting me up off the ground to seat me firmly over his thigh.

“Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.” Her words stung, but they also made my pussy clench harder around her fingers. Ria leaned down, kissing my neck, then my lips, as she pleasured me with skilled, relentless strokes. She added a third finger, stretching me wider, fucking me until I was moaning into her mouth and coming again. I came hard, shaking, and my juices were soaking the sheets. When I finally came down, panting and spent, Ria kissed my forehead. “But if you really want him… you’re going to have to prove you can take it.”

Her touch was soft but demanding, and it was stoking a fire that was burning way too damn hot. I broke the kiss, my voice husky and dripping with need, "You sure about this, Addison? Once we start, there's no turning back." Her eyes bore into mine, fierce and hungry. "Yes, please..." With that green light, all the damn restraint went out the window. I gave in to the passion that had been building up inside me for way too damn long. I surrendered to the hunger that had been gnawing at me. "Fuck," I groaned, "still so tight for me. Your pussy's gripping me like it never wants to let go."