Novel & Cerita Dirty Romance Novels

When his eyes opened again they were so dark they'd swallowed the light entirely. The hunger in that gaze was unmistakable, a predator's focus that made me think he might devour me right then and there. I swallowed hard, my throat dry despite the moisture pooling between my legs. Aaron's gaze dropped deliberately to the desk, tracking the evidence of my arousal. A wicked smirk curled his lips, making him look like some sort of villain straight out of a psychological thriller who held all the cards and enjoyed watching the heroine squirm before he crushed her. "Look at your pussy getting my desk all wet and dirty," he murmured, his voice a dark rumble that seemed to vibrate through my chest a

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.

Even the way he looked at me. The storm outside grew louder while his mouth traveled slowly along my neck. “You drive me insane,” he muttered roughly against my skin. My fingers tightened against his shoulders. The truth was… He drove me insane too. Days passed like that. Lazy mornings in bed. Late-night conversations. Stolen kisses in the kitchen. Slow dancing in the living room while rain poured outside. Some moments were soft and emotional. Others burned with dangerous tension. But every second with Sebastian felt intense. Like we were both trying to hold onto something we knew couldn’t last forever.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

Candlelight flickered between them. “Why did you come to my residence to cause harassment?” Jane leaned in, lowering her voice with purpose. “Point of correction — I came to your fake residence to tell your fake wife that I was still interested in being with you... my man.” Dominic’s jaw tensed. “Us no longer exists,” he said. “That chapter ended. We’ve moved on.” “I want us back. Please.” “Jane,” he said, voice firm, “stop. I don’t want to drag this. I invited you here for an adult conversation.”

He requested, and at that moment, unable to see him upset, I just kissed him. Our kiss began gently, filled with love, but soon it intensified, becoming wild and passionate, as always. I straddled him, sitting on his lap, while he bit my lips and drank my blood, his eyes glowing. I adored the golden hue of his eyes. His hands explored beneath my dress, causing me to moan as he squeezed my bare buttocks. As he nibbled on the sweetest spot on my neck, my core throbbed, and my entire body burned with profound desires.

I said with more confidence. "With face it is" "Thanks" "What is your story about anyway?" he leaned closer to the table and put his arms on it. "It's a romance novel and I would like to refer to it as such. Despite the pornographic details on it. It's a story of a bad boy falling for an innocent and fragile girl. He's a wild spirit and she is conservative... two opposites attract" I giggled and I didn't even know why. "They have sex like crazy in every position I could think of, anywhere and every time they meet" I kept giggling like a little girl and he smiled like he enjoyed our conversation. That was good...

Nikolai didn’t even touch me and I was so affected. Julianna Mitchel, what have you gotten yourself into. *** I was laying on my bed, trying to sleep but damn, I can’t sleep, all thanks to Nikolai Vasilev. I can’t believe what happened in the kitchen, he touched me again and I liked it. I always think of staying away from him but whenever he steps closer to me, my body screams for his touch and it’s driving me crazy. I never did it with anyone before and whatever I feel right now is making me confused, why am I craving for his touch? Why can’t I control myself? I should hate him and should be disgusted but instead, I want more of him.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a