Dark Forbidden Romance Books Novels & Stories

Welcome back, sinners. Claiming his bride is a erotic paranormal sinful Collection brought to you by Josie Frank, author of the erotic anthology Wet Dreams a collection created for readers who crave passion without limits, obsession without restraint, and love that burns far beyond morality. This new novel dives even deeper into the shadows. It is a work of dark paranormal romance and erotic fiction intended strictly for mature adult readers. Within these pages, you will encounter: • Dark romance • Explicit sexual content • Possessive and obsessive love interests

💌✨ AUTHOR’S NOTE TO MY LOVELY READERS ✨💌 Hello, my lovely readers! 🥹❤️🌙 First of all, I just want to say a HUGE thank you to every single person who has opened Dark Tales of Midnight: A Collection of Taboo Stories and decided to take this journey with me. 🖤🌹✨

His lips f trailed soft kisses on her neck then her bosom her making her moan his name in pleasure. “Oh Edwin” His fingers traced her body slowly and carefully, as if he were scared of hurting her skin. He stared into her eyes as he removed every piece of silk that covered her body. “I want you so bad my Rose” he murmured in a lust-filled voice. Then he inserted his fingers into her feminine core relentlessly till her whole body shook from her release. Arabella’s body was on fire; her body shivered with desire. What type of sorcery is this? she wondered. The way she felt was out of this world.

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

She practically fell into the first available empty seat she could find, three rows from the front, dropping her satchel to the floor with a thud. The air in the room had changed. It was charged, anticipatory. All eyes were fixed on him as he placed his coffee and bag on the lectern at the front. He didn’t need to call for silence. His presence commanded it. Scarlett’s fingers trembled as she opened her notebook. She dared not to look up. She bit her lip, trying to steady her thoughts. She had survived. Dr. Clarke began to speak, his voice filling the hall. “Today our topic is ‘Forbidden Romance’.”

he'd growled, pounding hard, his balls slapping against me. But, I loved it with Mr. Alfred more, the risk, the forbidden thrill I took for Katrina's father more. Every stolen moment after that, in his bed, even the kitchen while Katrina was upstairs. “Ride me, baby,” he'd say, and I'd straddle him, bouncing until we both came, his cum filling me up.

"I want you to fuck me harder, deeper" She leaned in, her hands gripping his chest as she whispered dirty things in his ear. Her movements were naughty, whorish with each passing moment. She leaned down and licked his earlobe, her breath hot against his skin. "You like that, don't you?" she whispered, moaning. He nodded, his body responding to every touch and every word. She leaned in and bit his bottom lip, her movements becoming more and more frantic as she rode him. He could feel her nails digging into his chest as she moaned my name, her body shaking.

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

“Please… I need to feel you.” Cedric’s grip tightened on my hip. He gave me what I asked for — deeper strokes, still controlled but with more force behind them. The iron bars dug lightly into my sides as he fucked me through them, the forbidden nature of it making every thrust feel sharper, more intense. My fingers curled against the cold stone. Soft, wet sounds filled the space between us. “You’re mine,” he muttered, almost to himself. “Even down here. Even like this.” “Yes—” I gasped, pushing back harder. “Yours… only yours.”

I lean closer to him, and whisper in his ear. " Do you know how wet you made me? Even now, I feel so wet for you... " Davin's hand cups the back of my neck, and pulls me close. His lips are just a breath away from mine. " You are playing with fire, Lila. Careful little bird, I might just burn you alive." He growls, his voice low and dangerous.