Dark Fantasy Romance Audiobooks Novels & Stories

I let the fantasy run where it wanted to run, my own hands moving with a will that had nothing to do with reason, feeling the silk of the nightgown and underneath it my own warmth, the deep persistent pull that had been building since a seascape in a gallery and had not once let me entirely alone since. My breath came uneven in the dark of the empty room. My back arched and I pressed my lips together and thought about storm-dark eyes and a voice like rough silk and the word someday spoken with the certainty of a man who meant it, and let the wanting crest and break through me in a wave that I rode with my jaw set and my breath swallowed and my body finally, finally saying the same thing my m

‎ ‎“Elara!” Dravon’s hands are on my shoulders, trying to steady me, but I can’t see him anymore. Darkness coils through my vision, spreading fast, beautiful in its terror. ‎ ‎I hear whispers. Voices that sound ancient, they're muffled, speaking at once. Then I hear a very sharp scream that almost makes me close my ear. ‎“You shouldn’t have touched it… you shouldn’t have touched it…” ‎ ‎My knees buckle. The world tilts. My heartbeat pounds so loud it drowns out everything else.

The kiss deepened, and my mind was spinning—flooded with a mixture of fear and a strange, twisted longing. I didn’t want this, didn’t want him. But every part of me wanted more. The darkness he offered was intoxicating, like drowning in a pool of gasoline and fire. I knew it would burn me, I knew it would destroy me, but I couldn’t stop myself from falling deeper into it. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to look at me, his gaze dark and triumphant. “You’re mine,” he whispered again, this time his voice low and full of a kind of madness. “You’re mine to do with as I please.”

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

Her internal muscles clamped around him in shock, pulsing with the sudden intrusion. Dax started to fuck her with a raw, animalistic rhythm. He was relentless, his hips snapping forward with a power that made Courtney’s teeth rattle. Every time his pelvis hit her ass, it made a wet, slapping sound that was hidden only by the steady drone of the audiobook. The desk creaked and groaned under their weight. The wood groaned and shifted, sliding a fraction of an inch across the tile floor with every heavy lunge. Dax wasn't being nice; he was lunging into her, his hands gripping her hair to pull her head back so he could see her face.

My lips parted, but no sound came. I’m going to enjoy every moment of this… getting you used to me,” he whispered, brushing his hand along my thigh. He leaned closer, and I could feel his breath on my neck, warm and intoxicating. Forgive my manners my queen. My name is Obsidian And I am Kael’s wolf For the first time, fear mingled with something dangerously thrilling. I couldn’t escape him and I didn’t want to.

The dagger fell from his hands weakly as he widened his eyes in shock at the strength of his son She ran standing behind him, pulling on his shirt nervously, and a few seconds ago she was definitely living in terror because she almost died and that Mars will die with her, and maybe even Zayn, and that alone is causing her so much fear "Take care of him," he whispered, his eyes turning back to the Ardena wolf, who looked horribly at the trembling Darkel. He came forward carrying his girlfriend, who was surprised and wrapped around his neck He looked at the wound in her neck, then at her waist, to sigh tightly. Well she knows her wolf is going to set her pack free, and now they're looking for

He whispered in my ears, his words a reminder of how unfaithful this was. I felt a mix of guilt and pleasure as he began pushing his hip back and forth, making my folds burn with heat. I groaned into the air, forgetting for a moment that I was in the kitchen. Cain's strokes made every part of my body come alive. I shuddered from every stroke, clenching tightly around his thick, delicious length of pleasure. But then, in the euphoria of my pleasure, I heard footsteps. Cain didn't stop, his eye focus fixated on our joining.

“I didn’t say—” “You don’t like me calling you my boyfriend? Got it.” Damien grinned, cutting me off. “Might be because it’s less glamorous.” “Are you even listening to me?” I cried, grabbing my seatbelt, ready to unfasten it—until the bastard started the car. I sighed and dropped my hand. “Yes, love. I’m listening now.” He said, eyes flicking off the road for a second. “Ahh, fuck,” I groaned, leaning back into the seat. I gave up. He could drive us into a tree and I’d be okay with it.

The hold had a stinging effect and like a thousand ants, dark matter traveled up her skin. Adrian who had jumped to her rescue lay on the cliff's edge, holding Mira's hand on the other side. His eyes were already taken away by the dark voids and his face by the scars, and on his skin were bite and stab wounds fading away all around his body. Carefully pulling her up, he gives her an affectionate kiss on her lips as he had always wanted too much to her surprise. Pushing him away, she falls to the ground as the dark matter began to take over.