Books With Sexual Tension Novels & Stories

Her soft and smooth skin is so inviting and something in her attracting my hands to her like a magnet asking my hands to run over her smooth skin. Watching her sound asleep face over my chest is such a turn-on to me. I know sounds like a horny man but what I can do when such an innocent seductress is clinging to your naked body completely naked. She's soft just like a newborn, her dark complex skin is so seducing and tempting that I'm not getting enough of her. However, she possesses something mysterious in her that turn-on every single sanity in me unholy. There's something in her that pulls me towards her. That mysterious aura in her attracts me towards her like a magnet. I guess this magn

Somewhere in the villa, in the security room, Zade was watching that. The thought made me feel powerful. Desired. I opened the book and started reading. The novel was well-written, the kind that didn't shy away from explicit content but wove it into an actual story. A romance between a woman and her bodyguard—how apropos—with plenty of tension and heat. I read through the setup, the growing attraction, the charged moments. Then I hit the first sex scene. And despite having spent last night being thoroughly ravished, despite my body still carrying the evidence of Zade's passion—I felt my arousal building as I read.

My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock. There’s this distinct satisfaction in their expression that turns me on. Suddenly, I want to experience this kind of punishment. As the desire stirs dangerously high, I set the book back on the shelf, my hands trembling. My breath is hard. I divert my curious gaze to the desk, and I see a book that stands out from the clutter of paperwork on the desk. Again, it has this strange, erotic title that makes my mouth water. It seems daddy only reads something sensual. The closer I peek at the book, the more I see the bold title.

"Not yet. I want to savor corrupting you, little sister. Make you beg for every inch." He leaves me there, panting and exposed, the stir-fry forgotten. The chemistry between us is explosive, a fuse lit and burning fast. I know now—there's no going back. The next few days blur into a haze of tension and stolen touches. Nathan's restraint is a tease, his hands brushing me in passing, his whispers in my ear promising filth. "Soon, baby girl. I'll make you mine in ways you can't imagine." By day five, I'm a mess—aching, needy, touching myself at night to thoughts of him. He knows; I catch him listening outside my door, his breathing heavy.

‘Thank God for that call back to life, fuck I was. He pressed his lips against mine and my eyes shot wide open in shock. I pushed him away, but pulled him right back in. He locked the door from behind and we immediately flipped me on the bed. ‘It might just happen at this point, and I would probably allow it.. The sexual tension between us has been at 100 for days now, and I have been trying so hard to fight it.’ I thought as I grabbed his hair and he grabbed my boobs with both of his hands.

For a moment, we just stood there, the night humming around us, the tension stretched thin and electric. He opened the car door, his eyes never leaving mine. And I knew exactly what I was walking into. I watched at he opened to car adjusted the seat and check to make sure we were the only one in the dark parking lot…. I don’t need to be told what he was up to because the sexual tension between up was irresistible, even a knife can’t cut through it. Th moment I entered the car he looked at me and was like “come here” before I knew it my body crashed into his chest and his mouth on mine…

Two of his fingers glide along my arm, making me shiver all over, and a stunning pair of black pearls stare at me with overwhelming intensity. "Tell me, Evy, is all this frustration because you won't accept what you really want?" His whispering tone makes me gasp, ever so slightly. "If I had insisted a bit more, would you have said no to me?" I gulp. Would I have said no? I don't know. All I know is that the fact this man is touching me, even slightly, sets me on fire inside. I gulp again. "You want me as much as I want you, but you insist on fighting the inevitable. I won't be the one to force you to see what's unavoidable. So, when you decide to stop fighting this delicious sexual tension

To this magnetic, impossible, intoxicating force that was Vincenzo. The sexual tension in the room was not subtle. I was not denying it. And truthfully? I was not entirely unwilling.

I completely forget that we are in the living room, where Noah could walk in on us at any time. My nipples are pointed peaks. Straining against my bra. I rub my ass against his hardness. Wishing that our clothes would magically disappear and I would have him inside me. The groan he lets out at my teasing travels all the way down to my clit, causing a gush of wetness to gush out of me. Damn it. I really need to do something about the sexual tension between us. Rowan seems to have pledged celibacy for some unknown reason. I didn’t know how to break down his defenses.

“That depends. What kind of fun are you offering?” Valerie laughed again, light and breathy. “Looks like Jack might need help deciding.” I could feel the sexual tension coiling between the three of us. It was thick and electric. The lounge faded into a blur of bodies, music, and low light. Jack’s hand slid higher, just brushing the edge of my thong through the fabric of my dress and my breath caught again. “Careful,” I said, my voice husky. “You keep going, you’re not gonna make it through the night without making a mess.”