Asexual Romance Books Novels & Stories

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

I whimpered, grinding roughly to his touch. “Fuck, you look so good rocking your ass to my touch” “Yesss” I hissed, my lips falling open. “Fuck fuck fuck. Look at your beautiful rosebud, mmmmm” he growled low and short, his breath ragged. “Please,” I whimpered, my head hanging back with my back in a deep arch. My teeth clamped down on my bottom lip as I rocked my ass in the air. “Fuck, Harry. You need this.”

Amelia said, trying to talk sense into me. "Take advantage? Why will I? You know as much as I do that I am asexual. I don't want anything to do with any she-wolf out there; none appeals to me sexually," I said. I was asexual; I have been for as long as I could remember. I just never felt any form of pull towards any gender romantically, but looking at Maya now, I can admit I wasn't so sure anymore. "I wonder why you want to marry her in the first place?" Amelia argued back.

I didn’t even try to deny it had aroused me. As I lay on my bed, the walls of the mansion seemed to close in around me, my mind awash with the promise of what was to come. I knew that my journey had just begun. Yet, as I drifted off to sleep, the thought of Alex's hand on my thigh, the hunger in his eyes as he watched the scenes unfold, filled me with a strange hunger of my own, and my hand crept between my thighs.In this world of shadows and secrets, arousal would be a constant, and as the darkness closed in, I made damn sure my pussy was satisfied.

------------------------------------------ TRIGGER WARNING This book contains scenes of torture, raw erotic content, and SUBTLE references to pedophilia (Chapter 1). This is not your typical romance novel. It dives deep into themes of WAR, LUST, DARK OBSESSIONS, EXPLICIT S3X SCENES AND GRUESOME MURDERS. This book is slow paced. It is a slow burn. If you’re here solely for the steamy scenes, then you're gonna have to wait till chapter 25.

Ayra moaned in delight, rubbing his seed into her skin like lotion, licking what landed near her lips. She crawled back into his lap, kissing him tenderly as the dream began to fade. “Soon, neighbor…” she whispered against his mouth. “Very soon you’ll have the real me. And I won’t let you leave the bed for days.” --- Marcus woke up with a violent gasp, his heart hammering and his cock throbbing. His sheets were completely ruined again — soaked with sweat and another enormous load of cum that had shot all over his abs and chest. His body felt drained yet strangely more alive than ever. The faint scent of jasmine and sex still clung to his skin.

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

But the true magic came from the books themselves. As Rowan moaned and writhed, every tome in the Grand Chamber opened. Golden text floated off their pages and sank into her skin like liquid light. With every new spell, every forgotten ritual, every erotic grimoire of pleasure that merged with her nervous system, her body transformed into the perfect vessel. Now, *every single word in the entire library* was an erogenous zone. Rowan screamed in ecstasy as knowledge itself fucked her. Reading the name of an ancient love spell made her squirt. Reciting a binding incantation made her nipples feel like they were being sucked by a hundred mouths. The deeper the forbidden lore, the harder the plea

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.