Novel & Cerita Christmas Romance Books For Adults

If you are sensitive to any of the above, especially explicit BDSM, power-exchange dynamics, or dark romantic/sexual themes, please proceed with caution or skip this book. This is not a light or fluffy romance. It is dark, smut-heavy, and unapologetically kinky. ~ ◆◆◆ INTRO ◆◆◆ ~ Kris stood with her back to the counter, skirt already rucked up around her hips, wrists crossed behind her and bound with my silk tie. No contract yet — just the test. Her breathing was shallow, nipples stabbing through her thin blouse like they were begging for teeth. I stepped between her thighs, forcing them wider with my knee.

Roman groaned deeply, his hand sliding up to squeeze my breast as he gave one last slow, deep thrust inside me. “You’re going to be the death of me, Chelsea,” he murmured, biting the back of my neck. “My perfect, filthy little Christmas gift.” I smiled against the counter, my pussy still fluttering around him. This was only the beginning. And I couldn’t wait to see how much more of Daddy’s cock I could take before the holidays were over.

Wynne's POV When I woke up in the hospital, Christmas was already over. A whole day gone. Bernard sat beside my bed, eyes swollen like he hadn't slept. My throat felt raw. "Bernard... I'm sorry. I made you run all over the place for me. I even wrecked your Christmas." He brushed a hand through my hair. His eyes reddened again. "Silly girl. I found you." He shook his head. "That makes this the best Christmas I've ever had."

It’s better for both of us that I went the less drastic route. The third guy who approaches is a whole other kind of animal. He kind of takes my breath away, actually. Wowzies. He’s tall, muscular, and dressed like he’s just walked off the page of a Paco Rabanne magazine ad. When he smiles, my panties send a direct signal to my brain: Take me off. Now. Holy lady- boner. Vampire, twelve o’clock. Maybe they’re real. Weeee!

His eyes sparkled with a mix of tenderness and admiration. “I am grateful for you, Jonathan.” I confessed, my voice carrying my love and appreciation. Jonathan’s gaze never wavered from mine, his voice resonating with deep sincerity. “And I am grateful for you, my Angel. You’ve brought light and purpose into my immortal existence.“ Our words hung in the air, intertwining with the rustle of leaves and the gentle sway of the swing. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow across the landscape, Jonathan leaned in and captured my lips in a tender kiss. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, conveying our deepest emotions and the unbreakable bond we shared.

she asked, smirking. The passionate charmer rewarded her with a hearty, masculine laugh that increased her desire for him even more. In response, the lust-filled redhead tried to move her hips to get more of him inside her. However, he countered by shifting his weight to keep her pinned and immobile under his beautifully muscular and firmly sculpted body. All the while, he remained inside of her, still not moving… Still hard. “Aaron, for the love of…” “Di, this is the first Christmas that I have my mate with me. I just wanted to tell you how important you are to me by being the first to greet you… Merry Christmas, Cherry Pie.”

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Still, everything he was saying unnerved and excited every fiber of my being in the same instant. I knew it was foolish. I also knew I couldn’t possibly take another round, yet here I was, winding my body with his, begging without words for him to keep going. Until this moment, I’d chalked up the romance novels I read to fantasy. Ludicrous notions of perfection that no one could achieve outside their dreams. There’s always something. A cough, a fart, even hair in the worst possible place—something jarring the all-consuming sensations back to realism. But this? This wasn’t that. He wasn’t that.

I learned to be thankful and quiet. That acceptance made me hate Christmas. Love songs made my skin crawl. The lights under our tree looked like glass eyes. The ribbons on the presents were traps. Every year, the house tuned itself to cheer and I pretended to enjoy it. The twenty-fifth became the night when a new kind of cold touched my bones. It was the day the truth had crawled out at me like an animal. It was the day I had learned how much of my life had been decided by other hands.

"Doesn't it? What if Sophie wants us all to do things together? Family dinners. Holidays. What if she wants her parents and her best friend all in the same room constantly?" "Then we handle it. Like adults." "You make it sound simple." "It is simple. I love you. You love me. Catherine being here doesn't change that." Derek moved closer, standing between my legs. His hands settled on my waist. "You're right. I'm overthinking." "You are." "It's just been a lot. This whole Christmas. You. Us. Sophie finding out. Catherine showing up. All of it." "Regret any of it?" "Not you. Never you." He leaned his forehead against mine. "You're the best part of all of this."