Age Gap Dark Romance Novels & Stories

She sat there for what felt like an eternity, her eyes fixed on the door, waiting for her betrothed to make his entrance. Finally, the door opened, and a tall figure strode into the room. Penelope's heart skipped a beat as she saw the man she had been betrothed to for the first time. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair that fell in unkempt waves around his face. He had a rugged, handsome face, with a strong jawline and sharp cheekbones. His eyes were a piercing blue and seemed to bore into her soul. He was dressed in all black, and his expression was cold and unfeeling. Penelope shuddered with fear at the sight of him, and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

Moosa didn't let her complete as with the tilted head, he pasted his lips on hers, kissing her. Roshanay was left breathless as she slid against the wall, sitting on the floor by the end of the kiss. It was a demanding kiss, manifesting the fire brewing up within him, exhibiting his rage and hatred for liar or for anyone who even entertained the thought or tried to taint his honor. It didn't pour an ounce of love but it was full of dominance, possession, obsession and love- a dark love.

Therefore I have chosen a 19 years old, male incubus demon, as I do not want her to fall in love. Love would make her weak, or she would suffer and turn evil and of course, we do not want that. His name is Dark. He is very strong, handsome, a little dominant, with black eyes, blonde hair, oh and his body is delicious. I might give him a try myself soon, as I don't give a crap about age gaps. You know me, I always have what I want to have. I will taste him a little bit, maybe I will even do it right before Anna. But I won't, not this time as I want Dark to have all his strength and energy saved for Anna.

The thin fabric ripped and dropped to the ground between her heels. Working my mouth slowly up her body again, I slipped a finger inside her slick, wet heat. Her whimper had a shiver traveling down my spine, tightening my balls. "Íosa, Quinn! You are perfect." "Lachlan," she gasped, meeting my kiss with a desperate passion. My finger glided smoothly within her, and I added a second, feeling the wet, tight heat of her channel encompass me. I leaned in, our lips locked, as I began to establish a steady rhythm. Her hips matched my stroking, and I could feel the tension coiling within her.

This is an erotic dark romance story that will pertain to the following topics. If they are triggering, please remember to keep your mental health a priority above any source of entertainment. TRIGGER WARNINGS: -Murder -Blood -Methods of torture -Loss of virtue -BDSM -Binding -Spanking -Explicit language -Explicit Sexual situations -Exhibitionism -Sex without a condom -Gun Play -Obsession -Bullying (at a young age) If you are prepared to venture into the obsessive love Jackson Maldori has for Amara Brady then proceed with the aforementioned caution. Because although this is a beautiful story with everything from heart to heat, it isn't exactly an easy road ahead...

Maya laughed breathlessly as Nicolas pinned her wrists above her head, his mouth hot and demanding on her neck. It had been years since university—those cramped six-bed dorms, stolen kisses in hallways, late-night study sessions that always turned into something more. Now they were all grown, wealthy from their aviation empires, and this private reunion had started innocent enough: champagne toasts, old stories. But the tension snapped fast, clothes shedding like old skins, and now it was raw, aggressive, exactly how they’d all craved it.

I was trapped between him and the hard wood. He didn't stop. He moved against me, pressing his body close, asserting his dominance. My breath hitched. He kissed me until my head spun, until I was breathless and weak. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were heavy-lidded, dark. He looked at my swollen lips, my flushed face, searching for something. He was looking for my reaction, my terror, my reluctant spark of something else.

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, tender and sensitive, but the moment the thick head of his cock pressed against me, the ache turned into something hotter.

“You can’t just...” “I can.” I cut her off, my tone leaving no room for argument. “And I will.” Her jaw set, but before she could retort, her body betrayed her, a soft, involuntary roll of her hips, seeking friction. A flush crept up her neck. She hated that, hated how transparent she was when the heat was riding her. I didn’t mind. I liked seeing the cracks in her armor. Liked knowing I was the one who put them there. “This isn’t...” She swallowed, her voice thicker now. “This isn’t right.”

I don't know what dark, shadowy levers he pulled from a hotel bed in Seattle, but he completely obliterated both of my tormentors in a matter of hours. “Mi reina,” Dante grumbles, his voice low and raspy with sleep as he nuzzles deeper into my collarbone. “Are you finally done playing on your phone?” “Shh,” I whisper, a breathless giggle escaping my lips. “I’m very busy reading their karma.” “Hmm,” he hums, squeezing my waist tighter and burying his face right back into my skin, slipping right back toward sleep like a content predator.