Clean Romantic Suspense Books Novels & Stories

They did not leave the library right away. Maya still lay on her back across the table, naked and open, the mix of spit and cum cooling between her thighs. The empty floor was silent except for their breathing and the soft hum of the lights. Liam stood between her legs, chest rising and falling, eyes roaming slowly over every place he had licked, spat on, and marked. He was already getting hard again, the thick length of him rising as he looked at the mess he had made of her.

Chloe's POV I thought I was just having a wet dream. I was floating in the heavy, warm darkness after spending half the night writing one of my erotica books. My body was stretched out on tangled sheets and I was wearing nothing but an old cotton T-shirt that had ridden up to my ribs. I thought the book I was writing was affecting my dream because someone was sucking my pussy in the dream. I felt a tongue. Slow and deliberate. It slid from the bottom of my slit up to my clit in one long, dirty lick.

Her hands came up to rest lightly on my chest, fingers spreading over damp skin. The third kiss deepened. I tilted her head, parting her lips with mine, and she opened for me with a quiet, shaky sigh. Our tongues met slowly, exploring, learning each other. She tasted sweet and warm. I groaned softly into her mouth as her fingers curled against my skin.

“Soaked. My pussy’s been aching for days. And after what I saw tonight… I need it rough.” We moved to a dark corner booth, away from prying eyes. The moment we sat down, his mouth was on mine….hungry, demanding. His tongue invaded my mouth as his big hand gripped my waist, pulling me against him. I moaned into the kiss, straddling his thigh and grinding my dripping core against the hard muscle there. The friction against my clit made me whimper. “Fuck, you’re burning up,” he growled against my lips. His hand slid under my dress, fingers brushing my soaked lace panties. “No wonder you’re desperate. You’re drenched.”

Lucas’s POV I stirred from the haze of our latest coupling, my body still thrumming with the aftershocks of knotting inside her. The dining table creaked under our combined weight as I eased back, my cock slipping free from her ass with a wet sound that echoed in the charged silence. Cum trickled down her thighs in thick streams, the scent of it mingling with sweat and her arousal to fill the air. Nikki's breath came in ragged pants against the wood, her body trembling from the force of her climax. My wolf prowled just beneath the surface, satisfied yet hungry for more, the primal claim on this young woman burning hotter than any pack law.

A flush of heat crept up her neck, her heart hammering in a delicious thrill of anticipation. She was acutely aware of how easily he could read her, her own voice betraying the desperate hunger she was trying to mask under a veneer of playful defiance. Zavian smiled slyly, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners with a quiet, triumphant satisfaction. The sound of their breathing rose, filling the intimate space of the private cabin and overriding the distant, muffled hum of the jet engines. The way he caressed her over her underwear excited her tremendously, the thin barrier of fabric only serving to sensitize her skin further until she was practically aching for direct contact.

In one swift, violent motion, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her lace panties and ripped them down her legs, discarding them onto the floor like trash. Before she could even register the cold air, he was back, his fingers diving into her heat. He worked them inside her with a brutal, rhythmic precision, his thumb grinding against her until Rissa’s back arched off the bed, her heels digging into the mattress. She was helpless, a moaning mess until the first wave hit her so hard she let out a choked scream, her body trembling as she squirted against his hand. Ronan pulled his hand back, his eyes dark and victorious. He held his glistening fingers to her lips, and Rissa, completely

His scent, the firmness of his chest against my back, the confident claim in his hands—all blurred my thoughts and made my head spin. And the most dangerous part was the truth I didn’t dare say aloud. I was enjoying it. Every sinful second of it. “Kai,” he breathed against my skin, my name falling from his lips like something forbidden. His fingers closed around my nipples, pinching hard enough to send a sharp burst of pain through my chest. I cried out. The sound had barely left my mouth when Caspian bent his head. His lips found the aching flesh he’d tormented, warm and merciless as he drew it into his mouth.

Now I was the one getting surprised. Like a robot, I walked back into the room. Rowan’s eyes lit up the moment he saw me. He twirled me around, disregarding the tears staining my cheeks. His hands found the choker I had bought, and he clasped it slowly around my neck before his palms slid down to my thighs. A few minutes ago I would have moaned and gasped under his touch, but now his hands felt like needles piercing my skin. “See, little mouse, just looking at your smooth skin turns me on,” he murmured as his hands moved up. “Don’t you think so, Bianca? Isn’t my wife pretty?”

Suddenly, she convulsed, a hot, frantic squirt hitting his face as she reached a massive climax. She didn't let him recover. She spun around and lowered herself onto him, guided his thick, rigid cock into her. She took him in one slow, soul-crushing movement that made Roman's vision go white. He felt himself slide into her, the tight, wet heat of her walls enveloping him completely. She began to ride him then, her movements fast and shallow. The sound of their bodies meeting was a wet, heavy thud that seemed to vibrate through the bookshelves. Roman's hands found her waist, his fingers bruising her skin as he anchored her to him.