18+ Romance Books Novels & Stories

he gasped out barely audible. “Say something nice to me baby” he demanded in between breaths. “Author fuck my pussy already” Anna moaned out but he wanted more. “Something better” he hissed out, his hand returning to his cock as he began stroking it hard and fast. “Fuck! Ruin my pussy Author” Anna shouted out making his hand go faster on his member. “Damn….” Anna didn't get to complete her sentence as Author sank his tip into her slippery hole halfway. She moaned out, arching her back more.

Chapter Three: Weakness. (Jameson’s POV) I couldn’t wipe the fucking smirk off my face the entire evening. No matter how hard I tried to focus on anything else, Katricia completely consumed my mind. I couldn’t stop thinking about those perfect pink nipples I wanted to suck until they were red and swollen. I couldn’t stop replaying the seductive sound of her voice when she offered herself to me, or the way her fingers had boldly brushed down my chest, teasing my hard cock through my pants.

I don't take it for granted, ever. A quick note for anyone who wandered in without the warning up front: this book is adult romance, explicit, and entirely fictional. Everything in these pages — the heat, the tension, the messier feelings, all of it — exists to entertain consenting adult readers who want a story that doesn't fade to black at the good part. If that's you, welcome. You're exactly who I'm writing for.

After the meeting, Damien approached her near the elevator. "You're welcome," he said in a straightforward manner. "You got me into that room," she said, trying to mask her surprise. "I simply opened the door. You kept it open," he replied. There was a pause in the conversation. "You're being unusually kind for someone who kissed me in public and then disappeared," she said, a mix of hurt and curiosity shading her words. His expression remained unchanged. "We shared a contract, not a romance." Her chest tightened at his words. "Right. Of course," she said, her voice barely hiding the sting of his words.

Not just big and then empty. I dragged my shocked feet towards the rows of shelves. The first, the second, third and more. All in different categories and genres. True life histories about wolves in one, histories about mates and their bonds in another, history about were-wars in one, histories about the rulers, their accomplishments and their deaths in another. And it went on like that until I got to the last row that got me grinning like a child who was just given a candy. Romance. A huge, wide shelf of romance books, soft, dark, extra dark... I had no idea Alexander would have a collection like this, ever.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

"What? I didn't like how the guy was staring at you, Ruth. He looked like he wanted to eat you alive. Plus, he almost broke my wrist with that handshake. Total psycho." Ruth-Ann rolled her eyes, her mind still replaying the way Ryder had said eat your box. Her pussy gave another violent throb, and she felt a fresh wave of wetness soak her panties. Dante looked so small, so boyish, and so incredibly boring compared to the man in the living room. "Please," she sighed. She sat down at her desk and opened her textbook. "Let's just finish this homework so you can leave." But as Dante started droning on about chemical bonds, all Ruth-Ann could think about was the bond Ryder had just formed with he

And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private. "This is our most popular section," Edward said, noticing my reaction. "Romance readers are loyal. And they buy a lot of books." "I can see that." Next to it was fantasy. Then a section labeled "Romantasy" that made my heart skip. Sarah J. Maas. Jennifer L. Armentrout. Rebecca Yarros. All my favorites, beautifully displayed. "You read?" Edward asked. "Yeah. A lot, actually." "What genres?" "These, mostly." I gestured to the romance and fantasy sections. "Dark romance. Romantasy. Anything with morally gray characters and impossible love stories."

I shivered at the contact and an involuntary gasp escaping my lips. “Just let go,” Elena murmured, pressing a soft, deliberate kiss to my neck. My hands trembled as they gripped the edge of the shelf, trying to ground myself, but grounding felt impossible. The library, the books, the polished wood all faded into a haze of warmth, scent, and desire. The kiss deepened, moving from the nape of my neck to my jaw, lingering there, coaxing, teasing. My knees weakened further, and I sank onto a nearby reading chair, pulling Elena down with me.

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.