Arousing Novels & Stories

All I can think about is slamming him against the wall, stripping him naked, and riding him raw like a psychotic zombie hooker. The prospect of a barrier between us causes my tummy to flutter and my lips to tingle in anticipation of being touched. He leans in closer, sniffing the air between us. His lips brush across the outside shell of my ear, and he lets out a low growl from his chest. "I can smell the arousal soaking your panties thisavrós (Treasure). Or am I being misled by a different sense of contempt?" I can hear the amusement drowning his words and a part of me wants to push him away and the other part...

Some unpleasant memories were flowing in my mind, making me tighten my grip on the bottle stand of the car. Remembering the bad incidents of the past, my fear increased. “Can you please slow the speed?” I asked with a shaking voice. Is Aaron trying to create a fear atmosphere for me? But why? Can’t I be left peacefully for just a few minutes? My breathing twitched while I remembered about my parents again. How they told me some secrets that are too dangerous for this world. “Feeling bad?” Aaron asked me with a non-wipeable smirk on his face. How can he ask me that question?

The burn is immediate. It starts in my vein, a white-hot fire that races up my arm and spreads across my chest like wildfire. I gasp. My back arches. Every nerve in my body lights up at once, screaming, poison, poison, poison. But I don't scream. I bite my lip until it bleeds. I dig my nails into my palms. I stare at the ceiling and count the cracks in the stone and refuse, refuse, to give him the satisfaction of hearing me break.

I feel the arousal burning in my core as I squeeze my knees together. “Good morning, baby girl.” Lorenzo’s husky voice greets me as I peek out from under the cover. A tantalizing haze of warm, steamy air wafted into the room, filling it with the intoxicating scent of freshly showered masculinity. My eyes fixated on the figure emerging from the mist. A god-like figure, clothed in nothing but a thin towel wrapped around his waist. I feel my mouth watering as he stalks towards the closet. His defined muscles flex with every movement he makes as droplets flow freely down his perfect body. I lick my upper lip, fighting the urge to jump him as my hormones starts to run wild.

The scent was faint and could easily be overlooked but he recognized it. Arousal incence. A surge of unease mixed with anger coursed through him— his opponent was more prepared than he thought .Arousal incence was an aphrodisiac but it was very stronger than the normal type of aphrodisiac and coupled with the irresistible woman on the bed, he was losing his restraint. He reached out his hand brushing her cheek. Her skin was burning with need. She didn't pull away, in fact, she leaned into his touch and inhaled his smell like a pet who was lost but had ound her owner.

he murmured, the command soft but laced with something far deeper than technique. I adjusted my hands on my stick. Caleb covered them with his own, fingers pressing deliberately over mine, aligning them perfectly. The movement pulled our bodies flush. I felt the hard planes of his chest against my breasts, the steady thunder of his heartbeat, the growing evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against my lower stomach. A soft sound escaped me before I could stop it.

My entire body instantly forgot how to behave normally. Heat rushed into my face. I looked away. Then accidentally looked back. That was a mistake....a very big mistake. Rowan was unfairly attractive. There was really no other way to describe it. The man looked like he spent every waking moment training. He had strong shoulders and muscular arms. A chest that looked like it had been carved from stone. My heart immediately started misbehaving. "Aria?" His voice sounded rougher than usual. I swallowed. "I brought juice." Brilliant....absolutely brilliant. Of all the possible things I could have said, that was apparently what my brain chose.

I answered her, and she looked excited at my response. For a few seconds, we just stared at each other. Was it just me, or was she breathing quickly? It dawned on me that, even though I hadn't sported an erection the entire night, I had amassed an incredible amount of arousal nonetheless. But it was different than the merely physical kind of arousal. It was arousal on an emotional level. It felt foreign to me, but I welcomed its presence. It pulsed in the middle of my chest, warming me.

A tangible silence blanketed the room, punctuated only by the erratic beats of their hearts, which I could hear as clearly as the music of the night outside. Through our bond, I could sense the sudden onslaught of their desire - raw, untamed, searing like wildfire. Their bodies responded in kind, their arousal visibly straining against the confines of their pants. The intoxicating blend of surprise and arousal in their gazes sent a shiver of anticipation coursing down my spine. It was invigorating, seeing them so affected, so easily ensnared by the sight of me.

“You are flushing. Your pupils are blown wide.” He lowered his head. His mouth hovered over hers. He didn’t kiss her. He breathed in her scent, a slow, possessive inhale that made her knees feel like water. Aria felt a terrifying shiver race across her skin; she was in a state of sensory shock, her body reacting to him even as her mind screamed in protest. “You are terrified,” he said, sounding satisfied. “And you are aroused.” “I’m not!” Aria cried, trying to push him away, but her limbs felt heavy and sluggish, as if the air itself had turned into lead. “I’m scared!”