Beauty And The Beast Themed Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I felt her body heat, the way she trembled, the way she reacted to every movement. Her taste spread across my tongue sweet, warm and it only made me go deeper. “Yes… just like that…” she breathed, her fingers gripping my hair tighter as her back arched. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her whole body reacting. I didn’t stop, i couldn’t. Her nails scratched lightly against my scalp as she pushed my head down more, her breathing getting heavier, uneven. “Oh fuck—yes…” she cried softly, throwing her head back, her body shaking beneath me.

“It’s so much… feels good.” “You’re doing perfect,” Cas praised, kissing my neck. “Such a good girl for us.” Damien slowed, holding me still. “You ready for both of us, baby? Double stuffed?” I nodded frantically, beyond words. Cas positioned behind me. Damien held my cheeks spread as Cas pushed in slowly—inch by thick inch into my ass. The burn melted into pleasure. “Fuck!” I cried out, full in a way I’d never been. “You’re both so deep.”

A vivid reel of Milo’s warm mouth on one of them came to mind, the flat hard pads of his fingers pinching the other and eliciting a whimper that was pleasure as much as it was pain, and Camille returned to herself with a jolt, turning the shower knob so the rush of water slowed to a trickle until it stopped completely and she stepped out, turning her back to the mirror, where she studied the fresh bruises spreading across her back, down her ass and between her thighs—places he’d gripped too hard, marks that she belonged to him. Well, she’d marked him too, ran her nails over the smooth brown expanse of his back to prove that she’d been there. A feeling that was equal parts pride and shame too

He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.

I thought out loud. “Then what could she have been?” “A witch and a werewolf?” I offered, “But not like the ugly beasts. What if she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen?” “She might have made him see what she wanted him to see.” “Not if she was as innocent -” my voice drifted off into an incoherent mumble and I closed my heavy eyelids. ~*~

he mumbled, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, cheeks and lips. His hand idly caressed her breast, thumb brushing the still-sensitive nipple. She giggled, tilting her face up to capture his mouth. Brad's fingers traced lazy patterns on her skin, his dominance a comforting blanket over her submission. Marie nestled closer, content in the afterglow, knowing this affair had woven itself too deeply into their souls to unravel easily.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

She touched them, feeling warmth instead of pain. Something had awakened inside her. And something else was coming. She stood and crossed to the window. Beyond the mist-drenched trees, she saw fire in the distance—not flame, but aura. A presence she recognized without understanding how. The Beast was calling her. And for the first time, she didn’t feel afraid. --- Author's Note; Hi guys I know all, whose reading and loving this story can't wait to see where this goes, please stick around and engage, enjoy, leave opinions. I love constructive criticism 🤷

If he really wanted to make up for all the bad things he did, then he had a very long way to go. I had just finished applying my lipgloss when I heard a knock from outside the door. Lucy looked at me and then at the door. She opened the door and Baron walked in. I turned to look at him and was awestruck. Baron was indeed very handsome, as much as I despised him, I couldn’t deny that fact. He had beautiful hazel brown eyes and a jawline that was sculpted to perfection. And the man sure knew how to dress. I realised that he was staring at me longer than he should have. It made my heart flutter a little.

With each of her movements, Vincent's gaze turned darker than before as he was thinking about all the ways to fuck her. He was already done removing his clothes off his body and was waiting for her egarly. His hard muscles on display looking like a hot meal. His veiny hands and bulky forearms were just a turn for Eva as she watched her deadly handsome husband with a model-like figure. Actually, no, it would be a shame to call him a model because, in her eyes, he was a Greek god. Once she was done removing all her clothes, her eyes met Vincent's, making things all over hot again. Without thinking twice, she climbed into his lap, placing her trembling lips on his. He groaned as her soft kiss w