Best Bodice Ripper Romances Novels & Stories

Daniel put his lips by my ear. “You feel so good against me, Audry,” he whispered in a deep, sultry voice. His hands traveled down my body, feeling me up. His hands pinched both of my nipples and I moaned. I didn’t even care that we were in a room full of people. I just wanted his hands on every inch of my body. I turned around and threaded my hands through his curly hair. He put his hands on my hips and gripped them tightly. His touch felt electric.

Her armless silk gown was covered in mud, and above her knees showed her ebony thighs. " Are you a sex worker?" Tasha's fist tightened, but she managed to hide it behind her. How dare he assume a thing like that about her, he was lucky she needed him to get out of here. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves " Do I look like one to you?" He nodded his head, indicating she did. "Well I'm not, I'm sorry if you aren't used to seeing ladies dress and go out to dates or night parties because I'm guessing you haven't been to one"

His anger, her misery and something far, far more powerful than either. Sexual chemistry. It simmered between them, providing an undercurrent that heated the atmosphere. ‘I heard that about you,’ she said hoarsely, struggling to ignore the sudden rush of heat that engulfed her body. ‘It’s hard not to. The papers are full of what a bad boy you are.’

Love replied. “Okay love, what about me? Huh?” Belle asked wondering. “What do you mean, what about you?” Love replied. “Well I mean, do I also not strike you as a romantic? Do i strike you as the sexual type?” Belle asked eagerly. “Well Belle, if you must know, you’re never open about these things. You always talk about how much you hate and despise guys. How you think they are all so disgusting and disrespectful. Literally, no guy who has ever had a crush on you, didn’t end up getting crushed by you.

B could smell her before she slid into the study. “Seems you’ve discovered something,” she said. The closer she came, the hotter B felt. She was wrapped in a see-through black robe that pooled around her feet. B’s tongue dried at the sight of her barely hidden nipples and sloping cleavage. The same crescent moon necklace hung between her breasts. B prayed she’d take mercy on him and soothe his mouth with something other than a pour of whiskey. “How does it feel, B, to know everything and feel everything?”

When his mouth closed over the tip of one breast through the lace, Vivienne let out a sharp, jagged cry, her head falling back as a wave of heat flooded her core. ​She reached for him, her hands wandering over the hard planes of his back, feeling the ripple of muscle beneath his skin. She wanted him closer; she wanted to be consumed by him. She tugged at the waistband of his pants, her intent clear. ​Roman stripped out of them with a fluid grace, standing before her in the firelight. He was a masterpiece of violence and beauty, his body a map of everything he had survived to get to her. He joined her on the bed again, his skin hot against hers, the friction of their bodies sending sparks thr

Her body pressed against mine and her breasts brushed my chest then her hands started unbuttoning my shirt slowly. I just closed my eyes. Her body was impressive, but it wasn't Bonnie's. Bonnie was all sharp edges and trembling limbs. Small breasts that fit perfectly in my palms. Hip bones that jutted out like wings. A body that was still becoming, still learning what it wanted, still trusting me with things she shouldn't have trusted anyone with. Clarissa was a woman. Bonnie was a girl. And God help me, I wanted the girl. "Marcellus," Clarissa whispered against my throat. "Look at me."

The fingers that tried to fight him off gripped hold of his shirt, her head thrown back as that teeth sank harshly into her skin. "Fuck, you smell so damn good." He growled against her neck as he ran his long tongue all the way to her earlobe, tasting, biting, breathing in her scent. His fingers tugged at the sheer robe that covered her body, and he yanked it down, revealing the fucking pretty package. Damn. Elena was the fucking erotic dream. Those round creamy tits that defied gravity, slender waist, beautiful flare of hips, and long sexy legs encased in stilettos...

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.