Dark Romance Series Novels & Stories

Now he's delivering me to the biggest monster of all. Then he places my hand in Blaze's, and the contact sends a shock through me. His hand completely engulfs mine, making me feel utterly powerless. There's possessiveness in his touch that goes beyond normal. I look up into his face, searching for some hint of humanity. However, his expression is carved from stone. When he smiles at me, it doesn't reach his eyes. It's the smile of a predator who's cornered his prey. "Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to witness the union of Blaze Langston and Tessa Whyte in holy matrimony." The priest begins to speak about love and commitment.

Fenrik My mind raced with uneasiness. She lowered my hand to her plumped breast as I caressed them thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned. She moved her mouth from my lips, kissing down my chest, as they landed on my nipples. She sucked on them with deep intensity. “Arrrgghh! Hmmm!” I moaned and groaned, my neck straining as I tried to settle my eyes on the moon ahead of us. “Do you like that, my Lycan?” Maera teased, her voice settling on me like ice on hot iron. “Or do you want me to go lower?”

J About Aurelia Aurelia Skye is the pen name USA Today bestselling author Kit Tunstall uses when writing science fiction romance. It’s simply a way to separate the myriad types of stories she writes so readers know what to expect with each “author.” Join her newsletter at kittunstall.com/newsletter.

, she said looking at him with a different kind of emotion in her eyes which Samrat is failed to read for the first time. She is saying thank you for being on her side when she has no one around and sorry for not having the potential in her to love him back. Even she wants to give him a chance but she can't. She is not that matured to forgive him . The things he did to gain her are forgivable. Now also she can't predict that how moch extent he can go for her . The love which is turned out to be very dark for both of them . "HIS DARK LOVE ".

But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand. I have a dangerously high libido and I’m NEVER sexually satisfied. And because of that, every relationship I’ve had seems to end the same way. The first one called me “too intense.” He said I made him feel like he was always trying to keep up with something he couldn’t understand. We lasted two weeks after having a threesome with his crazy elder brothers. Even then, it felt like I’d just started. They didn’t satisfy me at all—sexually or otherwise. I barely even came.

He leaned down, his mouth crashing onto hers with a savage, uncompromising hunger that completely shattered her remaining defenses. Grace let out a sharp, muffled sob against his lips, but she didn't pull away. The systematic isolation of the estate, the terrifying pressure of the corporate collapse, and the volatile, intoxicating friction between them collapsed into a single, desperate need. She opened her mouth beneath his, her tongue tangling with his in a fierce, aggressive rhythm that tasted of rain, expensive bourbon, and unadulterated dominance. She was clawing at his shoulders, pulling him closer as the raw chemistry consumed the empty room.

The desk, the books, the searing heat of him, it all dissolved into the oppressive, grey light of a Tuesday morning filtering through her cheap blinds. “Bloody hell…” she muttered, burying her face in the pillow. She lay there, heart hammering against her ribs, her skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat, the ghost of his touch still tingling on her lips, the echo of his groan ringing in her ears. Her chest still heaved as though she had run a mile, skin damp with sweat, lips tingling from phantom kisses. It wasn’t the first time. For weeks she had woken from near-identical dreams, each one more explicit than the last, each one starring the same man, Dr. Davis Clarke, her Literature professor.

Chapter 10: OSCAR'S POV: The red lighting in Darkar pulsed like a heartbeat, casting long shadows across the velvet walls of my private suite. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, and the faint musk of sex from the girls in the clubhouse below. I leaned back on the leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the shoulder of ruby, one of the girls that worked at the club house She sat beside me fumbling with my buttons as I maintained an eye level with the much older woman sitting opposite me.

“Isn’t it?” He doesn’t deny it. Yes.” “I’ve never seen anyone… hurt someone like that,” I sobbed. He stepped toward me, and for a second, I actually flinched. He stopped immediately. His eyes were dark, filled with a terrible, lonely truth. “I would do a thousand times worse to protect you, Sera.” I looked at his red knuckles, then up at his face. I thought about the kiss we almost shared. I finally understood. Damien wasn't just my protector. He was a monster who had decided to love me. And I realized that the leash he kept on his darkness had finally snapped.

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics