Dark Mm Romance Novels & Stories

“Normal people don’t spend thirteen nights getting fucked senseless by someone they’re not supposed to want.” Kai hissed as Damien stroked him slowly, thumb swiping over the leaking head. “Thirteen nights and you’re still pretending this is casual?” Damien didn’t answer with words. Instead he rolled them so Kai was on his back, then settled between his spread thighs like he belonged there. Steel-gray eyes met ice-blue ones in the dim light. Damien looked softer in the morning jet-black hair messy, five-o’clock shadow darker, the sharp lines of his face relaxed for once.

She had once been the feared Queen of Witches, until the werewolves destroyed everything she had built and left her to die. When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer a queen but a powerless werewolf. Stripped of her magic, her position, and the life she had once known, she was forced to survive among the very people responsible for her downfall. Then there was the man who had led the massacre. He claimed she was his mate and wanted her as his Luna. She would gladly accept it.

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.

And for the first time in thirty-eight years, I Blackwood fell asleep with a smile on his face. ————————— A knock came exactly at 8:30 AM. It was Brock. He was trying to mindlink me. But I didn’t want to right now. I opened my eyes and the ceiling stared back at me. But I wasn't looking at the ceiling. I was looking at the woman in my arms. Rhiannon was curled against me. Her back to my chest. My arm around her waist. Her hand on my forearm. Her breath slow and even against my skin. She was still wearing nothing but my shirt.

The other couldn't even look at a photograph without falling apart. I chose the version that still functioned. Outside, Damian's phone vibrated. He read the short message and sighed quietly. "Understood," he murmured before heading toward the main mansion. Inside the silent bedroom, I pulled the sheets over myself. The room felt unnaturally cold despite the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains. I closed my eyes. Somewhere behind them, Ethan was still laughing at something I couldn't see. I let the image stay there. I didn't have the strength to push it away anymore.

The pleasure was so intense his vision blurred for a second. He was still twitching when Damien finally pulled back. A warm, wet kiss was pressed to the small of his back. “Good morning,” Damien said, voice calm and casual, like he hadn’t just made Elias cum all over the sheets with his tongue. Elias let out a shaky breath, face still buried in the pillow. His voice came out hoarse. “You’re… you’re actually insane.” Damien chuckled, low and amused, and pressed another kiss to his spine before sitting up.

she asked not taking those chocolate brown eyes off of me. “I do not know what you are talking about, sweetheart but come and lay with me. I need some TLC from my beautiful sexy goddess.” I licked my lips as my eyes ran all over her body. She looked so good in that brown dress that stopped at her thighs and showed off her long tanned legs. “You have been drinking again and do not even think about trying to deny it. I've seen the evidence for myself.” she fumed and wagged a finger at me as if I were a naughty child.

DARK DESIRES EPISODE FIFTY "I was drunk,You got me angry last night,I went off boundaries to force you to sleep with me,But I didn't use the right words to ask you about it,I'm sorry okay"He said more softly and I stared at me for a while. Who could believe that the ruthless Mafia boss is the one apologizing to me? "It's fine,I never said I'm angry"I mumbled staring at his tattooed chest, My eyes not leaving the beautiful tattoos.

Romano replied, "Certainly, I'm eager to hear the point." Directly looking into his eyes, Leo asked, "Who are you?" Upon hearing this, Mr. Romano burst into hearty laughter and said, "Come, let's go with me." After Mr. Romano's invitation, Leo followed him through the dimly lit corridor. They proceeded towards a spacious lounge adorned with black sofas and walls painted in a dark grey hue. Mr. Romano and Leo walked through the underground space until they reached a big black horse statue. Mr. Romano turned the horse's head, and it revealed a secret door. This was the way to the basement.

Especially since his whole fantasy was for there to be a shroud of mystery with us meeting. She continued, "I can give him your number and he can call and go over any other specifics with you. I realize it'll be dark but I don't know if there's anything special he wants you to wear or not wear, any special way he wants you to smell, that kind of thing. I think the whole premise of being in the dark is to heighten all of your other senses. He really wants the physical connection with you, without any pretense about who he is or who his family is or all that."