Novel & Cerita Books With Sexual Tension

The disdain in my voice shocked even me. He growled and enclosed his large hands on the left-over skin I couldn’t hold. A whimper left my lips. Unlike my previous caress, his strokes were fierce. Each pull made my knees weaker. Why did it feel so good? It had to be his pheromones. It had been some time since I had sex. Having sex with some random chick or guy was never my thing. It felt uncomfortable being in the presence of alphas and omegas alike. Ryder never liked my abstinence. He tried to set me up on any and everyone. I often canceled. My libido was non-existent anyway.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

“Don’t try to distract me.” “Is it working?” I slid one hand up his chest to his neck, feeling his pulse jump beneath my fingers, pushing my breasts against his chest. The sexual tension between us was like a live wire, almost dangerous, electric like we spark of each other, impossible for either of us to ignore. For a moment, I thought he was going to push me away again. Instead, he backed me against the wall, pinning me there with his body. “You’re playing with fire,” he growled against my ear.

But now it was directed at him, and she meant business, raking her pretty nails at the back of his head, practically smoldering as she stared intensely into his eyes. Their noses inched closer, their heads tilted, and their breathing tensed as the inevitable kiss drew nigh. Skylar could write a book on how to create sexy moments like this one, how to draw them out, charge them up with so much sexual tension that the guy would be exploding by the time their lips touched.

They made it completely, brutally clear that I was an unwelcome outsider who would never belong. Yet, even knowing the dark history of the house, I couldn't stop the forbidden attraction. Mike’s powerful, dominant frame and Logan’s sharp, handsome features made me feel a dangerous spark of life that I knew was completely wrong. After an entire lifetime of isolation, pain, and loneliness, their intense, commanding presenceeven when coated in pure hatredmade me feel deeply, thrillingly alive. The evening continued to grow darker, the shadows stretching long across the expensive hardwood floors. The central air conditioning simply wasn't enough to cool down the thick, heavy layer of sexual tens

But his intense eyes leave me breathless, and I can't resist when he gently touches my face and whispers in my ear. My heart is racing, my hands are shaking, and I don't know what to do with it here in my house. I feel the sexual tension between us and the urge to give in to the desire is almost unbearable, but I try to keep my composure. I surrender completely to Richard's kiss and touch, not caring about anything but the pleasure he gives me. His warm, skillful lips roam my neck as his firm hands explore my ass with intensity. I feel surrendered to that delicious, irresistible sensation, wanting more and more from that man who makes me lose my mind.

He had silvering hair, shoulders that looked like they were carved from granite, and eyes that didn't just look at me-they dismantled me. For the three days we'd been here, the tension had been a physical weight. Every time Leo touched me, Conrad was there, watching with a silent, judging intensity. And every time I caught Conrad staring at my legs or the swell of my tits in my bikini, I felt a treacherous, pulsing heat between my thighs. "Are those drinks coming, Tessa?" Leo called out, stepping into the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, his touch light, almost hesitant. "My old man is getting thirsty."

) But even though our story was completely different, I still felt like I had made a profound new connection with my father after reading about these two characters. The sexual tension between them really started heating up about halfway through the book. That part, I could totally relate to. Clearly my father and I shared some similar sexual fantasies now. I hadn't missed the confused look on his face when I had ended the night abruptly a few hours ago. In hindsight, I'm pretty sure he assumed we were about to have sex. Maybe I should have made the connection at the time. I'd probably be sound asleep, freshly fucked by now. Laughing to myself, I glanced at the clock again. It was quarter pa

"Are you telling me he's read those books himself? And tried psychoanalyzing their literary merit to boot?" I fidgeted uncomfortably, unsure how to respond. Chris defending the controversial themes examined through Kemple's erotic medium to such lascivious depths had been... surprising, to say the least. Just remembering the impassioned glint smoldering in those hazel depths as he intellectualized about feminine sexuality and empowerment had me shifting restlessly where I stood. "I-I'm not entirely certain," I hedged, recalling my own stupefied reaction back at the bookstore. "He mentioned that the books were considered revolutionary in certain circles for their... frank depictions of female

His jaw tightened almost subtly, and that was the only betrayal of his reaction. “And you weren’t?” she asked. His lips tugged the smallest, and quiet smile. “Not with the jar.” A warmth bloomed inside of her, slow and deep. There it was—the line between watching and wanting: thin, fragile, and a trembling line. —- Days passed, but the tension did not fade. If anything, it grew into a strange, magnetic inevitability.