Best Sapphic Romance Novels & Stories

Even though Ijust talked to a mad and moody Peter over the phone, my mind wanders back to the kids that NATHAN has given me on the cheek. I should be mad, be disgusted by 8:00, and be offended for kissing me on the cheek without getting my permission. But somehow, some words, I can't seem to do that. My app keeps replying the keys on the cheek scene, and my heart is fluttering widely whenever I think of that. "S***,"I mutter so myself, and resting on my cheek where Nathaniel kissed me. Is lips left in

“She’s not, Damien is just confused about claiming her. He wants someone like the previous bitch.” My lips locked in hers, after she shushed me, “Let’s stop talking.” Sapphira placed her index finger on my lips and smiled before landing her lips on mine. I locked both of our lips and lifted her up from her waist, those soft waist bones, I felt it and dropped her on the bed, kissed her from the waist, raised her short top up and off her body. I stopped the movement of my lips on her bare chest, held her hands tightly against the bed, the intense scent of her wanted. I smelled it and wanted to dig deep inside of her, but it’s been a while. I held the tip of her pants and tore it away, rubbed m

CASSIAN The second I stepped inside, the air changed. It wasn't the neutral, clean scent I had smelt yesterday. It was something else—something so sweet it made my teeth ache, and so hot it felt like stepping into a furnace. It was thick and heavy. My heart started to hammer against my ribs, but not with anger. It was a terrifying realization. I’d smelled this before, every Alpha knew this scent. It was the smell of an Omega in their first, unbridled heat.

Grip so tight and hot that I didn't dare move. “Oh fuck, Darshen,” he groaned as he slapped my butt as hard that the pain struck into my bloodstream and boiled over. I bit my lips, moaning as the pain ran to cock, awakening strange feelings in me. He slapped my butt again and increased his speed, his hips rocking against me as my butt bounced on him. I didn't stop him, I loved it. I loved the way the heat ignited in my body and spread violently. The aphrodisiac lost its thickness as the wood had been burnt out. The smoke ceased with only the lingering choking scent that made swallowing feel like a decision rather than nature.

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.

“At such mention, it just gets on my nerves. I knew Sophia’s a homewrecker, but little did I realize that she’s far more disgusting than those homewreckers out there.” “What makes you say that?” Winona sensed that there was something wrong. ‘What on earth did Madam Parker tell Heather?’ “Let me tell you something. Sophia isn’t just a homewrecker. She’s a lot more disgusting than other ordinary homewreckers for stealing her best friend’s partner. If I’d known earlier that Sophia is such a disgusting person, I wouldn’t have allowed Serena and Michael to get together.” Heather fumed. “You can’t tar Serena with the same brush. Criminals do learn from their mistakes too. What’s more, Serena and S

He lifted her slightly, adjusting her placement on his lap, and guided his thick, rigid length straight into her slick warmth in one deep, sudden thrust. Mila's head snapped back, her eyes rolling as the sudden, overwhelming fullness stretched her completely. "Ah... Roman!" she cried out, her fingers digging deep into his heavy shoulders as he began to bounce her rapidly on his lap. The motion was intense, deep, and completely nonstop. The cold shock of Liam's abandonment instantly melted into a roaring fire of pure, wild lust. Roman growled, his mouth biting at her neck, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force as he drove himself deeper and deeper into her body.

"Not just sex, the way you talk to me, the way you move. I want to know more about you, Lucia. Not just how you sound when you come." I kissed him softly, still connected. "I want that too. But this is fast and risky." "Life’s risky." He thrust up gently. "Especially in Sicily. Storms, volcanoes, beautiful yoga teachers who make you lose control." I smiled and started riding him harder again. "Then lose control with me now. Come inside me again." Marco groaned, gripping my hips. "You’re going to ruin me." "Good." I bounced faster, grinding on every downstroke. "I’m close again, come with me."

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

The room filled with the lewd sounds of our fingers plunging in and out, our shared moans growing louder. “Harder, Evelyn… fuck me harder,” she begged. I obeyed, curling my fingers and rubbing her clit with my palm. She did the same to me, hitting that perfect spot again and again. The pressure built fast and overwhelming. We released at the same time with her walls clamping down around my fingers as my own pussy spasmed violently around hers. We cried out each other’s names, trembling and soaking the sheets. Sophie kissed me softly afterward, smiling against my lips. “That was incredible. Your secret’s safe with me… for now.” She winked, cleaned up a little, and crawled into her own bed, le