Angel Romance Books Novels & Stories

A/N Thank you for your continued support. Hope you enjoyed this short, completed and simple love story. Just a feel good romance, where there aren't any villains, only misunderstandings and a lot of loving. A list of books I have written: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Alpha's Chance At Love (Werewolf Romance) A reminder that all my books are mature. I accept constructive criticism, bullying in any forms is unacceptable.

I said and watched as she rolled her eyes at me. That girl was simply different. "My name is Angel, but I'm not one" she said and those words registered in my head. Damn, wasn't her words a huge turn on? She pushed my head slightly and buried her face in my neck. I shivered as her breath fanned over my skin. I felt her lips on my skin and my hands tightened on her waist. She opened her mouth and soon I felt her tongue dancing on my skin and my eyes closed at the pleasure that she was giving to me. Her warn tongue against my cold skin was pure bliss. Suddenly, I felt her teeth grazing against my skin. She pulled on slightly and I bit my lips to prevent myself from moaning.

“Like it’s just another war you have to control.” “It is.” “No,” she said firmly. “It stopped being just that the moment you kissed me.” Silence. Deep. Heavy. Unavoidable. “And now?” she asked. His breath slowed. “Now it’s complicated.” Nyra almost laughed—but there was no humor in it. “Complicated?” she repeated. “That’s what you’re calling this?” “What do you want me to call it?” She didn’t hesitate. “Real.” The word settled between them like something fragile and dangerous.

“It sounds… like it should be yours, only yours. ‘Mon amour.’ My love.” I blushed, my heart pounding in my chest. “You know I don’t speak French.” He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Then I will teach you… one kiss at a time.” I laughed, a trembling, delicate sound. He pulled me into his arms, holding me so close I could feel the strength of his desire, the depth of his longing that he had never released. His fingers drifted over my skin, tracing patterns I had never known I knew. Every caress was a poem. Every caress was a confession.

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He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

My hands, which were supposed to push him away, tangled themselves into his thick hair instead, pulling him closer as I leaned completely into the heat of his touch. Callan growled softly against my mouth, his thumb slipping up to pinch my hardened nipple right through the fabric, making my core throb with a sharp, familiar ache. He bit my bottom lip gently, tugging on it before plunging his tongue back into my mouth, claiming every inch of me. He pulled back just an inch, his hot breath fanning across my wet lips. "Tell me you don't feel this, Sophia... tell me to stop and I'll walk away forever."

His eyes dragged over my bare legs, the way the robe barely covered my breasts and the fresh marks Annie had left on my neck. “Who the fuck is this?” Annie didn’t answer him. She walked straight to me, grabbed the back of my neck, and kissed me in front of him. Her tongue pushed into my mouth like she wanted him to taste exactly what she had been doing to me all night. I moaned into the kiss, hands gripping her waist, body pressing against hers without shame. When she pulled back she looked him dead in the eyes. “The engagement is over, I don’t want a husband. I want her cunt on my tongue every night.”

Holding the small novel in one hand, I lazily dragged my bare feet through the soft grass, feeling the warm breeze fluttering through my loose curls, the thin sunrays dancing in between the thick branches lightly caressing my bare shoulders and face as I strode straight towards my favorite, secluded place. Sitting on the same fallen log, I opened the book once again from where I had left off, quickly losing myself in the beautiful romance story. “...her heartbeat quickened, feeling his delicate fingers touch her bare skin, a burning fire erupting within her as his lips finally met hers, holding their passionate battle for dominance, his hard member-”

Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.