Best Sapphic Romance Books Novels & Stories

Seraphine didn’t discriminate. It was highly likely that the books here were put without his knowledge. Kayden wasn’t the man to read at the library. The library could just be here for the sake of it. Not contemplating further about this, she skimmed through the title of the novels. A lot of new ones have been released over the period of five years, and not being able to choose, she randomly grabbed one. From the title, it was a romance between a prisoner of war and a duke. This did some intriguing to Seraphine. Even if she knew it was going to have a sadomasochistic premise, judging from the title and the small snippet, she was still drawn in.

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

"She feels... so good, Eric. God, she's so wet." "Ah... ah, Rox!" I cried out, my hands flying up to grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. The friction was unbearable in the best way, sparking a fire that tore straight through my lower belly. I arched my back, throwing my hips up to meet every deep, punishing thrust. "More... please, harder..." "Look at her, Eric," Rox panted, his breath hot against my skin as he kept up the merciless rhythm. "Look how she takes it."

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

My chest slammed into the spines of a hundred leather-bound books. "Ugh!" I groaned, the rough texture of the books scraping my skin. He didn't use a desk this time. He stepped up behind me, his massive body pinning me against the shelf. He didn't even take off his pants; he just unzipped, his hard, heavy dick pressing against the crack of my ass. He reached around, his large hand gripping my throat—not hard enough to choke, but enough to remind me who held the power. He spat into his palm, using the meager lubricant to roughly prep me with two fingers. I was already leaking, my cock pulsing with a mix of terror and sick, addictive excitement.

Sister Seraphina had never been kissed before—not by a boy at school, not by a clumsy suitor, not even in the soft, imagined fantasies she buried deep beneath her prayers. But now, her lips were claimed by a man soaked in blood and sin, and her body… oh, her body responded as if it had waited a lifetime for this. Dante kissed her like he wanted to consume her. Tongue invading, teeth grazing, his hand still gripping her throat—not to hurt, but to possess. To silence the part of her that might scream for help. But she didn’t scream. She moaned.

When he was fully seated, his hips flush, she paused to adjust to the fullness. Julian’s hands gripped her ass, spreading her. “Ride me,” he ordered. “Show me how much you want this forbidden cock.” Sophia rolled her hips experimentally, pleasure sparking instantly. She lifted and dropped, finding a rhythm. She was slow at first, savoring every drag of him against her walls. Her clit ground against his pelvis with each downward thrust. He leaned forward, capturing a nipple in his mouth, sucking it hard. The dual sensation, his cock deep inside, his tongue on her breast, sent her higher. She rode faster, her tits bouncing, her wetness coating his balls and thighs.

The scent hit me—musky, inviting—and I leaned in, tongue flicking out to lap at her folds while the vines held me taut. She moaned soft, fingers tangling in my hair. 'Yes, Silas. Worship me. Let it ground you.' I dove deeper, tongue circling her clit, tasting her sweetness as she rocked against my mouth. The beast quieted a fraction, hunger shifting from rage to this raw need. Her thighs trembled around my face, slick and warm, and I sucked gently, drawing out her gasps. Emotions flooded me—love, fierce and unspoken, mixing with the desperation to hold on. The cottage faded, just her taste, her sounds, the vines biting into my skin.

60 percent Mafia book, 40 percent erotica. A book about lust, love, obsession, possession, Domination, BDSM, war, and blood shade. Sophia was the opposite of Dante. She is kind and soft-hearted and they shined through her appearance. After a break up with the man she spent years building a future with, Sophia fuels that energy into her career— the desire to be a lifesaver. She promised never to give love a chance but her father’s constant intervention pushed her into the arms of a man she saw through his light, instead of the darkness that he is.

[Sam’s POV] My mate brings her lips into mine and they ignite in the most intoxicating sparks. Unable to hold back any longer, I rub my painfully erect cock against her dripping-wet pussy before I plunge it deep into her. Her moans fill my mouth and take me over completely. As I continue to slide in and out of her tightness, Max growls and places a finger inside her delicate ass. The unexpected intrusion causes her to jerk harder onto my manhood. She relaxes as we both stroke inside of her. Suddenly, I feel Damen’s hardened bulge rub against my behind, causing a rippling of anticipation and my cheeks to part for him. I slowed down my thrusting for Damen to fill me with his length.