Best Romantic Fantasy Novels Novels & Stories

He takes my wrist, his grip firm and possessive and drags me toward the master suite, basically flying up the stairs. The moment the bedroom door slams shut behind us, the air thickens, charged with something electric. The room is all dark wood and deep crimson, the bed a monstrous thing draped in black silk, the curtains drawn tight against the windows. Rhysand doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. His hands are on me before I can draw another breath, spinning me, pressing me back against the door. “Last chance,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below my ear.

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Fenrik My mind raced with uneasiness. She lowered my hand to her plumped breast as I caressed them thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned. She moved her mouth from my lips, kissing down my chest, as they landed on my nipples. She sucked on them with deep intensity. “Arrrgghh! Hmmm!” I moaned and groaned, my neck straining as I tried to settle my eyes on the moon ahead of us. “Do you like that, my Lycan?” Maera teased, her voice settling on me like ice on hot iron. “Or do you want me to go lower?”

Well, Jace is the most handsome, caring, loving and charming boyfriend I have ever had and I need him back I hate to say this but he's like the only one who understands me and I need him. After recording their conversation, I strolled out of the restaurant a little angry, because I got some heart ache, but if I want him to believe I have to cut out that part, I'll do that when am in a cab and i immediately hailed a cab to Jace house. Victory here I come. Jenny Pov "so.. Tell me about jace"she said and my cheeks got red Why does that happen when ever I hear his name.. "don't you know enough "I said

Across the bed, Roman took her the way he always handled everything: with quiet control and detached precision, claiming her ass without a single word. We moved because we had to. Because that’s what was expected of us. Because the darkness inside needed a body to bleed into. But our minds… our souls… they were somewhere else entirely. Lost in the fantasy of the woman we couldn’t touch. The only one who could truly complete us. The only one who could tame the storm we had become. After the encounter, we left the brothel and got into the self-driving vehicle in silence. The silence had never been this heavy.

Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.

“Let Cas have you while I watch, please Mari. I know you want him, I know your panties are soaked from just seeing us kiss.” My heart stopped. Heat flooded my face—and lower. “What?” Cas straightened, shock flashing across his features, but his pupils dilated. “Damien, that’s not—” I jerked away from Damien’s touch. “You want me, your sub to be fucked by my step brother? What kind of sick joke is this?” “I’m not joking, I’ve seen how you look at Cas you want him just as much as he wants you.” I glance over at Caspian wanting for him to deny it but he doesn’t, heck his eyes are heavy on my boobs Adam’s apple bobbing.

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

Literally and figuratively. “Like I said,” Remy said in a low, gravelly voice. “Go relax. I’ll finish dinner.” He removed his hand from my hip as I slipped past him and headed upstairs. When I entered my bedroom, I found a gold and white-wrapped box on the bench in front of my bed. I stared at it for a while until I opened it. On the delicate tissue paper inside was a card. I opened it and read it. “Seasons change, darling. – Remy”

Adrian’s seed dripped from my overflowing pussy as he gently lowered me onto the bed, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along my neck. His touch, his breath against my skin, reignited the fire within me, a need so raw and primal it left me trembling. His fingers circled my clit, slow and teasing, edging me closer to the brink of another orgasm. I gasped, my body arching involuntarily, my breath coming in short, desperate pants. “Tell me your filthiest fantasy, Sophia,” he growled, his voice low and commanding, his fingers never faltering in the way he massaged my folds. “Or I’ll leave you begging, dripping, and untouched.”