Erotic Paranormal Books Novels & Stories

His husky voice and the smell of his cologne had somehow become more prominent than ever and it was making me feel funny…or could it be horny? He drew the chair closer and breathed hot air in the back of my ears, the smell of the alcohol he had at the party intoxicating me in ways that I never knew were possible. “How to do dirty…unholy things too, Anna. …would you like to know the other things I am also good at?” he whispered in my ears. His question causing me to shiver from the underlying meaning in it.

It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine, “The Parrot and the Hunter. Is this a children’s book or a weird shifter romance novel?” Morpheus laughs, and she sits down and opens it, “Ah, romance novel.” She taps it thoughtfully, “No pictures.” She smiles as Sol flushes and she curls up on the sofa to read, she flips through, “Oh, my apologies, there are pictures.” Sol groans as she takes in the etching of two people clearly fucking each other senseless. “Informative pictures.” Morpheus laughs hard,

I whispered as my p***y sent pulse after pulse to my brain. ‎Every flick of his tongue seemed to spark an electric feeling. All my nerves were centered at the one spot. I felt him enter me with one finger, drawing it out then pushing back in. In and out, in and out, until I was a groaning, writhing mess. Then it was two fingers f*****g my p***y as his mouth continued to treat my clit. ‎

I could feel the heat rising within me, and the little spasms that tore through me. I looked at him, he smiled in victory, his eyebrows furrowed as he finally drove me to an orgasm. I shuddered as he pulled his fingers out and licked it all up in front of me, like the demon that he was. I thought that was the end, but I was so wrong, because he pressed his body on mine, letting me feel his boner. I couldn't help but look down at his pants, savoring the feeling of his erect cock on my skin, wanting it so bad inside me that nothing else mattered at the moment.

The look of pleasure and shock evident on face. “More”He grunts as he steals my lips back again pull me even closer as my fingers dig into his hair. The need to feel his skin pressing against mine without the boundary of clothes makes me do the unthinkable…. I guess not all first dates ends with forehead kisses! AUTHOR’S NOTE; P.S. If you’re enjoying this series then you’ll love my new paranormal erotic collection. Yes, you heard me right,. So if looking for your next new obsession, with higher stakes, improved writing and more spice go check out Claiming His Bride (Sinful collection)

Of Trent and the other wolf, there was no sign. Did they still follow? Had Roderick's pets caught them? As twilight gave way to night, she trembled as she wondered how long they had until the vampire himself found them. I don't want to think about Roderick. Not when escape finally seemed a possibility. She focused instead on the man carrying her. While he didn't inspire the same kind of tingle Darren and Trent had, she still felt something, a little shock more along the lines of that she'd experienced with David. It was totally weird. In the past, her boyfriends had never given her electric shocks when they touched. Could the odd sensation have to do with their wolf status? A weird kind of p

“Nowadays things are more confusing because there's more variety. We still have books of the most classic genres, but there are those that don't fit anywhere. Matters paranormal, erotic historical romances. Erotic romantic thriller paranormal historical interracial... Whew, that's a lot of stuff! More laughter. Clearly, Damien knew what he was talking about, and his audience was identifying with him. Not just with his words, but also with him as a person. As Teacher that I was, I gave her full marks for her presentation. He was more effective than many of my colleagues, spoke without hesitation, his voice full of energy and loud enough to be

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.

Many people always gathered there. Katia stopped at a stall where they were selling books of an erotic theme and skimmed through some titles. There were some books she already had, but others she didn't. Some of these books, she never thought she'd see in print. She picked up a book titled "Diary of a Submissive" by Sophie Morgan. She read the synopsis, raised an eyebrow, but ended up buying it. She didn't know why she bought it, but she had already paid for it.

“Sophie let me explain everything…he’s real here okay?. These books you see are fantasies that make things happen. Whatever sex you read from this erotic series, you would feel it. You want to feel it too?” Sophie nodded eagerly, already breathing faster. “Yes. God, yes I do.” Lucian looked at me. His eyes were still furious, he must think i’m stupid. Unfortunately, this was the only way out. Trapping another soul would protect me from being caught. I picked up the most forbidden book. “Shadows of Three” : a story about one powerful man claiming two willing women. As soon as I started reading aloud, the magic surged. Lucian’s melted into dark hunger. “Then let’s give her what she wants.”