Erotic Island Novels & Stories

In the middle of the paradise that our God has given you, you could be easily tempted by such storms. Ericka's conscience is eating away at her because she is surrounded by a lot of temptations and opinions that she has already buried in her stomach. The blow of the turbulent windstorms that strike the stainless steel protecting the passenger bus loaded in the enormous passenger ship across the ocean separating the regions of the island she hopes to give her paradise allows her to let them out. Ericka is currently trying to figure out why she continues to live in this small, meaningless world that she has thought of as her paradise since she was a young child.

He asks, and his eyes beam at me. "Hmm, I'm curious." "It's the Island Pazzo d' Amore. . . The Island Crazy of Love." "Really? Crazy love? That sounds great to me!" I smiled and prepared myself for the adventure. I'm excited to see everything around there. . C.M. LOUDEN

The only clothing on Isabel was Dylan’s shirt. She was straddling him as they kissed and nibbled each other’s lips, both fighting for dominance. The taste of her god like mate was all over her mouth, intoxicating her senses, yet she couldn’t get enough of it. Her entire body was flushed from the caresses of her mate. His fingers roamed her skin, making her want more. She guided his hand to her lower region, rubbing circles with his fingers around her clit as she grinded him. A low moan escaped her lips as soon as he got the hint and eased his finger into her entrance.

She arched her hips, curled her toes, and shuddered. “Fuck!” she cursed. She couldn’t hold it anymore, and she burst out. Zero could taste her white juices that linger inside her core, it tastes sweet, and a little bit salty that will last on his tongue. “Come… ahh… let me lick your buddy,” she said, making Zero stop what he was doing. He wiped his lips with his thumb and then exchanged places with his wife. Isla went on his top and then moved down. She whimpered when Zero’s shaft hit her tummy.

It might take months, or maybe years, before Eros gets used to having other males around me. I keep flying behind Marian until we reach the sea. She continues for a few more minutes, leading me to an island that turns out to be part of an archipelago made up of several small ones. Some have white-sand beaches, others lush forests, and some dramatic rock formations. But all of them are small.

He walks to where I’m standing and stops! ‘Breathe, Isla… Breathe…’ I'm turning red like a ball of pepper. Soon, Papa will fish me out. “Lately, Isla needs more prompt intervention.” I don't expect it when he rests his big firm hand on my shoulder and clamps it down! The rush of heat his raw touch sends down my spine! My toes curl back, unable to pretend with the owner. My body slowly starts seeping out hot sweat. “I think we need to be acquainted, then we can talk about her.” He strokes with the rough pad of his tongue, awakening the raw feeling when he had flicked my clit!

0 “To an island. Alpha Roman, who happens to be the king of the northern territories, and Eric’s second-biggest enemy after Leo, owns it. He bought it from Leo’s father almost thirty years ago. It’s a safe haven for those that need to disappear and there are only a few people who know about its existence.” 0 “Why do you know about it?” I sense he is getting uncomfortable with my questions. 0

"I have a private island. Quiet, isolated, surrounded by untouched water and silence. Just one week, for you and your wife. No distractions. No intrusions." I knew of this private island he spoke of. Ilha de brisa. Island of the breeze. It was located somewhere off the coast of Brazil and definitely a sight for sore eyes. He reached into his coat, pulling out a black card and handing it over. I took it without breaking eye contact. "Consider it a gift," he added, forcing another smile. "To show I mean no harm." I returned the smile, though mine had a colder bite. A week, huh?! I guess we'd see just how harmless he really was.

"And just in time. Look." They turned. An island rose before them dark, massive, crowned with mountains that caught starlight. No lights showed, no signs of habitation, but something about it felt alive. Waiting. "The island," Liam breathed. "It's real." "It's real." Sera guided them toward a hidden cove, the boat moving through waters she seemed to know by instinct. "And now it's yours, if you want it." They landed on a beach of black sand, the boat grinding gently ashore. For a moment, no one moved. Then Elara stepped off the boat onto solid ground, her feet sinking slightly, her face lifted to the stars.

Marvin's eyes darkened, predatory, as he lowered his head to take one in his mouth, sucking hard enough to make me arch against him. "Fuck, you taste like sin," he murmured, his hand sliding down to cup me between my thighs. I was already wet, not just from the sea, and he groaned when he felt it, slipping two fingers inside me without warning. I clutched his shoulders as he pumped them slowly, his thumb circling my clit with expert pressure. The waves crashed louder, masking my moans. “What if someone sees us?” I ask. “I don’t give a fuck if the whole island sees us. I have paid for the privilege to do what I want here.”