Books Without Smut Novels & Stories

Author's Pov Lily was busy reading the novel she just started yesterday, her eyes instantly widened when she read the next lines which left her utterly speechless. Lily had read a lot of smut books even some bdsm related, but this was the first time she was reading something so explicit and kinky, the male lead was a freak indeed, the female lead was a prostitute in the story and the male lead was trying to find a way to fill the void he was having from the last few months.

Keeping the previous book on the shelf I glanced for another book. "What is it amore, didn't like your book?" Alesso asked with a smug look making me narrow my eyes at him. "No, it was fine but I am in no mood to read that type of book right now." I looked back at the shelf and he hummed in response. While glancing I looked that all books were filled with only smut. I was confused, who only has smut books on their shelf. Looking back at Alesso I see him trying to keep a straight face.

**WARNING** This book is rated mature for language, use/mentions of alcohol and drugs, and casual sex scenes. There is a casual smut scene in this chapter, not suitable for the young ones. I am an amateur, this is a YA romance and I have tried my best, you have been warned, I apologize if it's cheesy/cliche xD ~*~ After the air is cleared between Noel and Harken, everything finally out in the open and so many questions from before finally answered, Noel feels like a huge weight has been lifted off her chest and is replaced with fuzzy warmth being in Harken’s arms.

I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “Alright, alright, mister uptight. I won’t talk about smut and p**n since it bothers you so much.” Surprisingly, he was quiet after that. So, when I picked up a rom-com book, I stared at the pink cover and said, “It doesn’t bother me.” “Whatever you say, mister uptight.”

He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and

When I'm done in the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of white wine, savoring the tangy scent that rises from the glass. My eyes drift over to my bookcase in the living room, and I pad towards it. I let my hand caress the spines of several books before I halt at the one I am currently reading. It's a dark romance with heavy smut, gory violence and a male lead so morally grey you could call it pitch black. Love it!

Every moment with them left me feeling a little more helpless, a little more captivated. I noticed I hadn't felt Devon's hand on me. I looked sideways and saw him sitting on the couch, completely naked, stroking his cock while spitting into his palm. His cock was longer than everyone else's and slightly different. It was curved and a little thicker, and the sight made me swallow hard.

I stepped through the front door much later than expected, the cool night air still clinging to my jacket. The house was thick with the heavy, intoxicating scent of spilled wine, sweet perfume, and something far more primal..the unmistakable musk of feminine arousal lingering in the air like an invitation. My pulse quickened as I took in the lounge: catalogues strewn across every surface, empty wine bottles lying on their sides, and an array of sex toys scattered openly..thick realistic dildos, powerful vibrators still faintly humming, delicate lace lingerie draped over the sofa like forgotten promises.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

Our lips moved slowly together while my breathing grew heavier. He held me firmly as his hands wandered over my body. My fingers tangled deeper in his hair while I pressed myself closer to him. “Fuck…” he muttered under his breath. His hands slid under my gown as he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra. His fingers squeezed my breasts and I gasped softly, my head falling back slightly. My hands tightened in his hair while his mouth moved along my neck. “Damn… your tits are huge,” he breathed, rubbing his face between them.