Adult Fantasy Romance Novels & Stories

Trigger Warning Hello Lovely Readers, This book may contain content that might be triggering for some. It is a dark romance with degradation, BDSM that doesn’t contain consent within the dynamic (I know, not something I typically have in my book). There are many instances where consent is very dubious and there is kidnapping. Because what fun is writing dark romance without hitting those tropes? I will add to anyone worried, this one does have a HEA because I’m a sucker for that happily ever after and I couldn’t imagine not giving Cass her happy ending.

Fenrik My mind raced with uneasiness. She lowered my hand to her plumped breast as I caressed them thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned. She moved her mouth from my lips, kissing down my chest, as they landed on my nipples. She sucked on them with deep intensity. “Arrrgghh! Hmmm!” I moaned and groaned, my neck straining as I tried to settle my eyes on the moon ahead of us. “Do you like that, my Lycan?” Maera teased, her voice settling on me like ice on hot iron. “Or do you want me to go lower?”

Anna was a moaning mess, she was tired but she needed everything his cock was offering, so weakly she kept slamming backwards into him but he had other plans. Author pulled her back into his hard chest, her back in a perfect arch. Anna cried out as his hand wrapped around her neck and he continued ramming into her, his free hand still grabbing desperately at his nipple. “Yessss!” Anna screamed out. “Milk this cock dry baby” Author said through gritted teeth, his movement becoming sloppy from Anna's core gripping his length. “Right there Author!” Anna shouted and with a final stroke, her orgasm consumed her. It didn't take long for Author to pull out of her and spill his seed on her back.

I leaned down, sucking her nipple into my mouth, tasting my own cum on her skin as I fucked her deeper feeling her evening inch. “Oh, yeah, right there, Zaddy,” Ariana moaned loud, her voice shaking as her pussy clamped tight around my penis. I thrust harder, feeling the pressure build in my balls, my body tense. I couldn’t hold back anymore and came hard, my cum shooting deep inside her, filling her up. She’s a grown woman now, 21 and old enough to handle it, her body trembling as she took every drop.

"I don't believe we are enemies. Do enemies kiss like this? Do they want each other the way we do? And I don't want to stop here, not now, Ryder. I want to go all the way to the end." His heart leaped inside of him - in a funny-saddened way. He was supposed to be punished by her people but here he was, pushed to the edge of the bed and being succumbed to the affections of a pretty woman. He as well would love to see the end of this exciting passion that they both shared. But it was dangerous, tantalizing but dangerous. He leaned forward, pulling her head down to meet his wanting mouth. She tasted like lemon grass mixed with vanilla - a taste of their passion. But he wanted more.

I gasped sharply as the thick dildo stretched my virgin asshole, the burning ring of muscle protesting hard around the fat shaft. “Fuck… it burns so much,” I whimpered, but I didn’t pull it out. Instead, I pushed back harder, forcing more of the veiny toy deeper into my ass. “That’s my dirty girl,” HotFantasy88 growled through the speaker. “Now bounce on it. I want to see that tight little asshole swallowing every inch. Don’t you dare stop.”

Sister Seraphina had never been kissed before—not by a boy at school, not by a clumsy suitor, not even in the soft, imagined fantasies she buried deep beneath her prayers. But now, her lips were claimed by a man soaked in blood and sin, and her body… oh, her body responded as if it had waited a lifetime for this. Dante kissed her like he wanted to consume her. Tongue invading, teeth grazing, his hand still gripping her throat—not to hurt, but to possess. To silence the part of her that might scream for help. But she didn’t scream. She moaned.

“But she’s not you, Raven. She’s not our mate.” Karl groans, his cock twitching as he pulls free from the woman’s mouth, his cum splattering across her tits in thick ropes. Dane follows, his release spraying her back, his breath coming in harsh pants as he steps away. The woman collapses onto the bed, her body trembling, her chest heaving. Roran’s fingers finally slip beneath my panties, against my soaked folds. “Your turn, mate,” he growls, his lips brushing my ear. “Scream all you want. We’ll make sure it’s for pleasure.”

I act so well, moan so good while having sex with my ex, Daniel. He did his best, I couldn’t break his confidence. I deserved an Oscar, I know that. He brags about how good he makes me feel. We dated for 1 year and 3 months, I couldn’t keep up with being with him since I couldn’t get satisfied by him. I didn’t like the idea of cheating on him, so I try to enjoy everything he does. The foreplay, the moments, the looks. They all go so well until he is in and starts doing what he does worst. Then he goes on saying “Call me daddy, you little slut” for someone I’m acting up for.

she says, almost dreamily, "then, what after that?" "After you've erupted in an explosive orgasm? Is that the after that you're referring to?" I smile. "Yeah, I like the sound of that. After the explosive orgasm," she whispers. "Then nothing. My fantasy stops," I tell her. "It stops because then it's no longer a fantasy. It either becomes a dream or a nightmare, Cyn, and I can't predict which it'll be." I take her hand in mine, move my face inches from hers, and look deeply into her brown eyes. "In the dream version, we make mad passionate love for the rest of the afternoon, until we're both fulfilled to the point of exhaustion. We live happily ever after, meeting as often as we like to sati