Novel & Cerita Dirty Romance Novels Excerpts

How disgusting. Waiting for Marissa to make dinner, I read a romance novel from my favorite author in my room. Spread across the bed on my stomach, I start to fantasize that the characters in my book are Dean and I and we are in the middle of passionate love making. Overheating and wetting myself, I get off the bed and strip.

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The orgasm he had commanded out of me had been devastating, ripping through me with such force that I had bitten my own wrist to keep from crying out loud enough for Aunt Dolores or the other sisters to hear. The golden scar low on my belly glowed faintly beneath the thin nightdress, a warm, living pulse that matched the frantic beat of my heart. I pressed both palms over it, trying desperately to smother the heat, but the moment my skin made contact the warmth only spread lower, blooming between my legs like an answering flame. My breath hitched. This scar, the one Drake had sealed with his dragon scale after that botched theft, had never behaved like ordinary flesh. Tonight it felt alive w

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

He leaned closer and whispered into my ear, “I’d love to see you undress. Slowly.” His hot breath washed over my ear, and the mound of flesh between my legs tingled and burned with ache. The upper part of my body was already bare, while my lower half was still covered by my work pants. Without letting my brain process his words, I unzipped the pants, tugged them down my legs, and rushed to grab him. “Let’s head to the shower now, Damien. I want to feel you in me.” “You want?” he whispered into my ear, a sloppy grin on his face. “Your priorities are misplaced, young lady.”

I hissed , but my body was already arching into his touch. "Such a liar," Karl purred , crawling onto the bed beside me, his weight dipping the mattress. His fingers trailed up my arm. "Your cunt's dripping for us, Raven. We can smell it." I swallowed hard, my face burning. "I'm not-" "Not what?" Dane said as he leaned down, his lips brushing my temple. "Not wet? Not ours?" His hand slid beneath the hem of the lingerie, his palm flattening against my stomach, his fingers inching lower. "Or are you just scared of how much you want it?"

I murmured, holding onto him, trying to steady my racing heartbeat. “Sorry, my angel… but I think you’ve awakened a demon in me,” he whispered, pressing kisses along my neck as we slowly shed layers of clothing. My stomach did that fluttery thing it always did with him. His kisses always had thatahicak effect, leaving me wanting more. But for a split second, my mind drifted to Damien. Why him? Not now. I shook my head, trying to focus on Ray and the warmth spreading through me. Without warning, Ray put all his member into me. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure I felt afterwards. He paused, searching my eyes, and I tilted my head slightly, giving him permission to keep going.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

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And then he was inside me, and the world shattered. Pleasure crashed over us like a storm, fierce and unrelenting. His name was a prayer on my lips, his body moving against mine, each thrust pulling me deeper into him, into us. We were fire and desperation. Passion and love. Two souls colliding, breaking, mending—all in the span of a single breath. And when we finally fell over the edge together, tangled in each other, gasping, shaking, lost—there was no doubt. *** The soft glow of dawn crept through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the sheets. I stirred, feeling the warmth of Elliot’s body pressed against mine, his arm draped possessively over my waist.