Dark Romance Short Stories Novels & Stories

The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days. "Mmm...Oh...Mmpphh...UM!" I moaned. It was hard to really say anything verbal with my mouth filled up. I swished his cock inside my cheeks, getting it as deep into my throat as possible while breathing through my nose. I was buried into his lap; his cock completely inside my mouth, his thighs pressed up against my cheeks, my nose in his lap. My eyelashes brushed up against his pubic hair. "This feels good Camila, this feels so fucking good Camila" he mourned softly. I loved that I was really tormenting him. Making him call me by my name

(Lucas’ Pov– A Few Days Ago) The dim glow of the fireplace cast flickering shadows across the walls, illuminating the room in a soft, eerie light. Outside, the waves crashed against the rocky cliffs of the island, their relentless rhythm matching the simmering rage that had lived inside me for years. I leaned back in my chair, swirling the amber liquid in my glass as Rico sat across from me, his fingers tapping against the polished wooden table. His dark eyes studied me with a mix of curiosity and unease.

At one point he had me bent over the balcony railing, the cool ocean breeze on my skin as he took me from behind under the stars, one hand over my mouth to muffle my screams so no one would hear how loudly his new wife was cuming on his cock. By the time the sky began to lighten with dawn, we were both exhausted and glowing and we lay tangled in the sheets, his arm around me, my head on his chest. His cum was still leaking slowly from my well-fucked pussy, and my body ached in the most wonderful way. I traced lazy circles on his chest with my fingertips, feeling his heartbeat slow under my touch. Arthur kissed the top of my head, his voice soft and full of love. “You’re everything I ever dre

The kiss they are sharing is passionate, raw, intense and desperate. Ana moaned between the kiss, it only fueled the fire Dominic had in his body. He lifted Ana in his arms, the latter automatically wrapping her legs around him, and he gently dropped her to his bed. He took a second to admire how drunk she was with lust. How tempting and seductive she looked with her hair sprawled behind her, her mouth open with whimper leaving them. His vision alternated with the one from his imagination and damn it, this is so much better than reality.

He only likes to humiliate and whip me, degrade me before a few of his trusted guards simply because that was the only way he can get his limp cock to work. I loathe him with a choking passion. When I retire to my room, I find that the maids have immersed the bath water in petals of calendulas and lavender. After I discard my dress and sink into the water, I let my thoughts wander to how all of this had began. Twenty-three year old, fantasy-loving me would have called meeting a real life werewolf a fluke until I met my best friend, Diandra. It’d been over a year since then. “The calendulas will help soothe your scars, my lady,” one of the she-wolves serving me says, bringing me back to the p

She edged him mercilessly, denied his orgasms until he begged, then rewarded him by making him fill her over and over again. By the time the first light of dawn crept across the sky, Damien was completely spent, covered in marks from her nails and teeth, and utterly addicted to the woman who had claimed him so thoroughly. Raven kissed him one last time—slow, deep, and surprisingly tender. “One night only,” she whispered against his lips. “But you were worth every second.”

The double penetration, the fullness in my mouth and cunt, the way they moved together, it was intense. I was dripping and soaked and my own arousal leaked down my thighs. Devon pulled out, his cock glistening with my spit. He leaned forward, pushing my dress down to bare my breasts. “Now for these,” he said, and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard as his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. I cried out, the sound muffled against nothing. Hans seized the moment and kissed me. I kissed him back, drawing his lower lip between mine as he bit gently into my upper lip. The sensation doubled. Mitch fucking my cunt, Devon sucking my tits and Hans kissing me.

Her legs remained wrapped around his waist and when he went deeper, she gasped and that gave him the chance to clash his lips against hers, with his tongue gliding in and sucking hers. “We're nowhere over, kitten. You asked for this and I'll give It to you,” Dylan mumbled, gripping her thighs and rocking his hips against hers, his trust hitting parts that made her see stars. ******************************* After some weeks, Brittany could get along with some friends and coarse mates in Notre Dame. She was extremely close to Fiona, her roommate. They shared items, meals, and even secrets. Brittany had told her about her forbidden crush on her uncle and Fiona had also shared her secrets about

His lips found mine again, but this one was slightly different from the first. There was no hunger like the first, but there was something gentle and sweet in it. The kind that didn’t knock my breath out of my lungs, but sucked it ever so slowly and let me give it up on my own. Sweet and addictive. So sweet that my arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him in more. “That was unforgettable,” he whispered, pulling back and cupping my cheeks. “And I will be sure to thank you properly.”

The room smelled of sex and sweat, but the atmosphere felt warm, intimate, and safe. After our breathing calmed, the conversation turned deeper and more vulnerable. Victor traced lazy patterns on my stomach. “That was one of the most intense and beautiful nights I’ve had in years,” he said quietly. “You two have something very special. Thank you for trusting me with this experience.” Ryan kissed my temple, holding me close. “I was scared it might create distance between us,” he admitted softly. “But watching you, seeing how free and pleasured you were… it made me fall even more in love with you. I feel closer to you than ever before.”