Best Bodice Ripper Romances Novels & Stories

"Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty.

I walked straight to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, I had my bath and dressed up fancy, I sat opposite the mirror and brought out Ana's makeup kit, not a thing I do everyday, but whenever I wanted to meet up with Sammy, make-up became one of my thing. He loved it when I dress up like a doll, he would say I look classy, and sexy like a TV model. I could pass on as one but damn, I got rejected from every audition I had. It was all about connection, when it comes to starting a career as a model. I did everything right, and the last one I made it through to the final stage of selection, the producer wanted to have sex with me. Sleeping with a total stranger was not something I have ever done

Lisa wasn't worth it and Rosa wasn't going to let Lisa inside her head. "I make him feel things that you can only dream of," she said. "Men don't just want me for my body, you know. I let him do dark things to me and he enjoys it. You can't make him happy, Rosa. You are far too vanilla and plain. You couldn't take the types of dark fantasies that Axel has. I can." She turned and showed rosa a long white scar that ran down the length of her back. It marred the perfect golden tan she had and rosa mouth dropped open in surprise.

5’s heart that made her blush and almost faint even. Christina could not bear to watch anymore. She was very displeased at how Matthew looked, like he was selecting a consort. This was clearly a matchmaking program, but for some reason, he came here to pick out a concubine for himself. Did this second-generation boy have nothing to do after his meal? What was he doing here? Matthew looked at female guest No.5 and smiled faintly. He then picked up the roses in front of him and stood up. The audience immediately grew excited as they sucked in a cold breath. Did Matthew Henderson take fancy to No. 5?

Slipping my fingers underneath the lace, I was met with moist skin, continuing to bite my lip to stifle a moan. His shirt was completely undone now, a toned chest and stomach on full display. His muscles were deliciously defined, his hips narrow, while his chest was broad. He was athletic and fit, and I wanted to lick every inch of him. The sight of his pristine body made my fingers rub faster on my clit, eager and hot for him. “Make yourself come,” he ordered, finding the button of his pants and undoing it. I licked my lips, my eyes glued to his hand now pulling down his zipper. “Only if you do the same.”

I could feel the wetness between my legs grow and I wanted nothing more than for Roman to take me right here, right now. I was lifted off my feet, wrapping my legs around Roman’s waist. My arms snaked around his neck while his hands gripped my ass and his mouth found mine once again. I felt his hardness beneath me and I am almost certain he could feel how wet I was for him. He slammed me hard against the wall, while his tongue explored every inch of my mouth. His hand snaked around my waist, opening my robe and leaving my body on show. He placed his hand inside my robe, reaching behind my back causing me to arch my back. With one swift movement he had unfastened my bra. He slowly pulled down

bisexuality, he smiled, and although he did not understand it, he said that only once in college he tried a man's member, but he had not been penetrated, he told it while he ran his tongue over her breasts, that story excited her too much, She asked him to continue with his story, as she gently slipped her hand into his pants, his dick was hard, she pulled out her nipples, and asked him to suck them like when she sucked her partner that day, he was on fire almost completely, he continued kissing her passionately, his excitement continued, she went down with her lips and started the best for him, were you as good as me? , Feel how I do it to you and tell me about it, Emiliano Romero's excite

“Do you think I’d let anything bad happen to you?” She begins to bridge her hips to match my thrusts and her shallow, panicked breaths turn into moans. I retighten my grip and feel her getting wetter. I’d enjoy the romance just as much, but I made a promise. She held up her end of the bargain and commanded my boudoir studio like a professional model, and now she wants a rough fucking.

Somewhere in the villa, in the security room, Zade was watching that. The thought made me feel powerful. Desired. I opened the book and started reading. The novel was well-written, the kind that didn't shy away from explicit content but wove it into an actual story. A romance between a woman and her bodyguard—how apropos—with plenty of tension and heat. I read through the setup, the growing attraction, the charged moments. Then I hit the first sex scene. And despite having spent last night being thoroughly ravished, despite my body still carrying the evidence of Zade's passion—I felt my arousal building as I read.

"I've been starving for you all morning. Watching you watch him... it's torture." I didn't lead her to the bed. I shoved her against the heavy mahogany bedpost, the wood biting into her back. I reached down and ripped the silk robe open, exposing her body. She was fuller now, her tits heavy and tipped with dark, sensitive nipples-the body of a woman who had been bred and was ready to be bred again.