Books With Intense Romance Novels & Stories

She was radiating desire, and I knew it was time to quench that hunger. My fingers, they took a little detour down her neck, tracing the curve of her collarbone. Her skin was prickling with goosebumps, like an electric charge crackling between us. I leaned in, planting soft kisses along her jawline. She was panting like crazy with every smooch, and her hands were in my hair, yanking on it as if I were her lifeline in a storm of lust. We shifted positions, and I was hovering over her, our eyes locked in this intense, 'I-want-you-now' kinda stare-down.

Then she leaned back in, letting the kiss resume. A passionate spark ignited and Elsie parted her lips. Their tongues danced in each others mouths, delicately touching and then pulling away. In the back of her mind, she knew that she shouldn't be allowing something like this to happen. But the logical side of her brain had been trumped by her need for intimacy with Oliver. It was like she had spent weeks trying to build a wall between them and Ollie just showed up and knocked it down with that beautiful smile and perfect body. Elsie placed her hands onto his face. Her fingertips tickled from his beard stubble as she pulled him close, turning the light kissing into an aggressive make-out sess

He made sure he pressed himself strongly to her body. Leaning his rock hard dick between her massive ass in such a way that he was sure she could feel him. Without just a line between the boundary of lust and discipline, Nick waited patiently for her to say what would definitely determine their next line of action. But she wouldn’t even open her mouth let alone say a word. Well, for Juliet, her taste for men can only be seen with the older men. In fact, it was one of the major reasons she had fucked Dr cross and even though their first meeting seemed a bit awkward, every bit of it remained a memory that would continue to linger in her mind – forever.

“This started as something crazy, but it’s real now. For me, at least.” I looked up at him, tracing his jaw. “It’s real for me too. Even if it’s complicated as hell.” He kissed me slow and deep, the kind of kiss that said more than words. Then he rolled me under him again, already hardening against my thigh. “Round four?” he asked with a wicked smirk. I laughed, pulling him down. “You’re insatiable.” “Only for you.” He pushed inside me again, slower this time, more intimate. We moved together like that for a long time, deep, passionate strokes, eyes locked, until we both came again, wrecked.

He suggested, opening the book. "Is that where we were? Let me see." Instead of opening my own book I stood up and leaned over the table to look at his. I felt the robe open and my breasts fall forward. Max looked up and his eyes looked as if they were going to fall out of his head. His mouth opened and remained that way as he stared down my robe. I figured he could see everything right down to my pink nipples and a wave of heat flowed through me. Goddamn Richard had been right on, that was for sure.

I let out a moan of pleasure. Travis slowly took off my nightdress, kissing the skin he revealed. I felt like I was running out of breath. Shards and pieces of my dreams were mixing with what I saw before me. I was unable to believe what was happening between us…that finally, this was happening for real. “Travis…” I whispered against his skin. “Brianne…” he whispered. I clung to him for support. His touch was too electrifying. I was afraid I could not handle the intensity of his kisses and the magnitude of emotion I felt with every caress.

I said and pull him in the counter bar. After one hour the crowd is already wild and my head is like spinning I can feel Henry's hand on my legs and caress it seductively and kiss me on my neck and suck it gently. A moan scape to my mouth when he sucks my neck. My body starts to feel the heat and my pussy is starting to get wet. "Come on Ria," He said and carried me. He pinned me on the door and kissed me aggressively. He keeps sucking my neck down to my breast and suck my tits also.

Anything else. That’s when I remember the library book I should’ve returned weeks ago. The librarian’s probably going to bite my head off—but honestly? I don’t care. I’ve read that book so many times, I could quote it in my sleep. The romance between the Prince of England and the American president’s son… what started as hate turned into something powerful, something unstoppable. A love so intense, not even the gods could break them apart. I dream of a love like that. But in my messy little life, it feels impossible.

She must have exhausted herself with all that training. I moved quietly into the room, intending to just take the book so it didn’t fall and wake her. My hand closed around the spine, lifting it carefully. The cover made me pause. A shirtless man with a woman pressed against a wall, his hand tangled in her hair. The title was something generic…“Forbidden Desire” or some shit like that. It was an explicit romance novel. I almost smiled. My little sister, reading dirty books. It was kind of adorable, actually.

Every now and then, their lips part and I get a glimpse of his powerful tongue forcing its way into her mouth. Mixed emotions flood my body as I watch them making out. Shame. Anger. Humiliation. Embarrassment. And, surprisingly, arousal. The sight of Ellie’s perfect body is wonderful, even with the dark hands of her lover groping and squeezing. Now one of his hands slides around Ellie’s hips – hips that should be mine, dammit, I waited! – to her front. I watch her lift up onto her toes, thighs opening a little wider, granting him access to her sweetest, most intimate parts. My throat is dry. My hands are balled into fists, my knuckles turning white, nails digging into my palms.