Best Dark Erotica Novels & Stories

He walked closer to bed and pick the bra up, He sniffed it and chuckled. "We broke up,Enea"I whispered, He walked up to me and grabbed my waist. "Does that mean I have no right to touch my property?" "Property?,How?"I flustered, I placed my hand on his chest and pressed my lips together. "We shouldn't really be doing this" "Do you want me to stop then?"He asked, Darkly. Lust, Passion, Dark Desires, I can't resist him, Even though, I broke up with him, I can't help but think about the time we shared together,I love him so much and I can't seem to get him out of my mind.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid

"Oh god, you feel so good. So fucking good." He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing and circling, pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Come for me, Emma," Damien commanded, his voice a low growl. "Come all over my cock." I keened, my body convulsing as I rode the wave of pleasure, my orgasm crashing over me in a rush of sensation. Damien continued to fuck me, his movements unrelenting, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling, boneless mess on the desk.

Something she’d long since come to terms with. The only silver lining in her otherwise mundane life was her books. Specifically, dark romance books. It all started with her accidentally coming across one on a popular book site. The book had garnered over one million readers and she decided to give it a try. Since then, she’d been thrust into the world of morally grey characters with looks that could kill and a thing for cuffing you before giving you the best sex of your life. Did anybody know of this hobby of hers? No. She’d been sure to keep her dark romance collection away from her parents. Of course, her mother had come across it one time but she’d quickly made up and explanation and prie

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

Her free hand squeezed her breast through her tank top, pinching her hard nipple. Damien got closer. He stepped out of the main spotlight and into the shadows near the ring. He could see her clearly now, her ponytail slightly messy, her wide eyes half-closed, her mouth open as she panted. He could hear the wet sounds of her fingers sliding in and out of her soaked pussy. He could smell her arousal in the air, sweet and musky. Lila’s legs started to shake harder. She was right on the edge again. This time she didn’t stop, her fingers rubbed tight, fast circles on her clit while two fingers pumped inside her.

I locked my ankles behind his back. He fucked me on the desk in the dark while the rain hammered the glass and the emergency lights painted everything red. Deep, deliberate strokes. One hand braced beside my hip; the other found my clit and rubbed tight circles. I came hard around him, clenching, gasping his name out loud for the first time in my life…no fantasy, no almost, just Tyler.

He presses his hardness against me again, and I swear I could come right here and right now just by feeling him rub me through my pajama shorts. And I think I need to. Because the thought of not being with him, of having to walk away and never see each other again, terrifies me more than any demon ever will. I arch my back again and start rocking my hips, feeling the orgasm quickly wind up inside me, brought on by desperation to have his fingers on me, strumming my most sensitive parts. “I thought I taught you patience by now,” he growls, drawing his fangs. They scrape over my skin but don’t make me bleed, and the anticipation to feel him penetrate me both with his cock and his fangs almost