Adult Romance Novels & Stories

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

he asked. “Maybe I just don’t have anything to say to you.” “Ouch,” he said, mock-clutching his chest. “And here I thought we were bonding.” The corner of my mouth tugged before I could stop it. “Stealing my fries isn’t bonding.” “Depends how you look at it,” he murmured, eyes on the road. “Some people would call it intimacy.” My pulse stuttered. I looked away quickly, forcing my gaze out the window again.

"Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty.

The double penetration, the fullness in my mouth and cunt, the way they moved together, it was intense. I was dripping and soaked and my own arousal leaked down my thighs. Devon pulled out, his cock glistening with my spit. He leaned forward, pushing my dress down to bare my breasts. “Now for these,” he said, and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard as his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. I cried out, the sound muffled against nothing. Hans seized the moment and kissed me. I kissed him back, drawing his lower lip between mine as he bit gently into my upper lip. The sensation doubled. Mitch fucking my cunt, Devon sucking my tits and Hans kissing me.

√Dark Romance √18+ [Harsh words, blackmailing, capturing] √No degrading, rape or violence by the Male lead, Romanticising abuse. [I don't write such stuff] Blurb: "Sorry, it was a dare", that's what I utter after the passionate kiss. I can still feel the familiar taste of that familiar mouth. He still feels the same, he still kisses me like there's no end, he's still passionate and possessive when he holds me in his arms. But he still doesn't look the same. A devilish smirk appears across his fierce face, his eyes darkening at me, making my breath catch. I'm still obsessed with the way he looks at me.

Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

“I tried to protect you by pushing you away. But you won’t let me.” “Because I want all of you,” I gasped, cupping his face. “The control, the secrets, the danger. All of it.” Roman’s pace sped up again, turning wild. Sweat dripped from his body onto mine. He fucked me like he was scared to lose me, deep and possessive. I came a second time, harder, my whole body shaking as my pussy gushed around him. “Roman, fuck, I’m coming again.” He groaned loud and buried himself deep, cock pulsing as he filled me with hot cum. Rope after rope pumped into me until it leaked out around his shaft.

Not that I was ever shy. When i was within arm's reach, he pulled me in and we shared a soft kiss. Ah, so romantic! But even though i was super happy, i couldn't hide my frown. He pulled away and looked at my face. Seeing the frown on my face, he asked, "what?" I gestured yo my face, "you always smear my lipstick", I sulked, "you didn’t even let me arrive!" He chuckled. I felt giddy at the sound. His voice was like a fucking romantic melody to my ears, and it made my core throb.

His lips f trailed soft kisses on her neck then her bosom her making her moan his name in pleasure. “Oh Edwin” His fingers traced her body slowly and carefully, as if he were scared of hurting her skin. He stared into her eyes as he removed every piece of silk that covered her body. “I want you so bad my Rose” he murmured in a lust-filled voice. Then he inserted his fingers into her feminine core relentlessly till her whole body shook from her release. Arabella’s body was on fire; her body shivered with desire. What type of sorcery is this? she wondered. The way she felt was out of this world.