Erotic Paranormal Books Novels & Stories

I couldn’t have been more wrong. A deep bass thrummed through the walls as I stepped inside the VIP room, my heels clicking against the polished floor. The scent of leather and something musky hung in the air, making my pulse quicken. I blinked, adjusting to the low, amber lighting—and that’s when I saw it. Not rows of people sipping wine and discussing plot twists. No. Bodies. Moving. Writhing. Fucking. A man with dark eyes and broad shoulders stood at the front of the room, holding a book in one hand, his voice smooth and commanding as he read aloud from an erotic novel. His words painted vivid, filthy images, and everyone in the room seemed caught in his spell.

She reached between them, rubbing her clit in frantic circles as he impaled her. “I’m gonna cum!” she screamed. “Make me cum!” His thrusts became erratic, desperate. He was losing control. Francine felt his cock swell even more inside her. She pinched her clit and the coil snapped. Her orgasm exploded through her. Waves of blinding pleasure convulsed her body. Her pussy clenched around his shaft, milking it. She shook, sobbing with release. The sensation triggered his own. Harry cried out, a broken shout. He slammed into her one final, deep time and held there. His cock jerked, and Francine felt the hot flood of his cum filling her, spilling deep inside her channel.

I whimpered, free hand pinching a nipple hard, twisting till it burned. My hips rolled, chasing the pressure building low in my belly. I added a third finger, scissoring them, imagining his girth splitting me. The coil snapped—orgasm crashing like a wave, pussy spasming, squirting clear fluid onto the sheets. I bit my pillow to muffle the scream, thighs quaking, aftershocks rippling as I licked my fingers clean, tasting my own tangy sweetness. Bloody hell, if he only knew.

Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings. They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.

My mind was a fever dream of images from the magazine and the forbidden, half-formed fantasies l'd never let fully surface about the girl whose room I was defiling. The climax was a tidal wave building in my guts. Time to roll. I never finished on her bedspread. That was Rule One. I flipped onto my back, the bikini top still clenched in my fist around my cock. Two hard, frantic strokes, and here comes my beautiful orgasm... "WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" The voice was a shriek of pure, unadulterated horror. It sliced through the room, through my arousal, straight into my primal brain.

Pre-cum glistened like mercury in the moonlight. “Open.” She did. He guided himself past her lips, slow at first, letting her adjust to the chill of his flesh, the velvet hardness. Then deeper. Her throat relaxed under that silver stare; she took him to the root, nose brushing coarse dark hair that smelled of old books and iron. “Good girl,” he purred. “Now suck.” She hollowed her cheeks, tongue swirling, hands braced on powerful thighs. He groaned, low, reverent, fingers threading into her hair. Then he tilted her head back, exposing the long column of her throat.

His grip on my neck is tighter and my screams get louder until his hand clamp over my mouth. “We don’t want you waking anyone, and your screams only make me want to go deeper and harder, Kitten.” His words send me over the edge, another orgasm rippling through my body as my screams are muffled by his hand. My hands grasp his back, my nails digging in deep. His body winces from the pain as I pull my hands down, scratching his back. His hips seem to be moving faster and harder still. How is that even possible?

The more he thrust his hardness, the more she engaged in his every thrust. Being attached to this guy made her going crazy like a hungry human in lovemaking. She has no idea that the person she's mating was an Alp, an Incubus in the form of a vampire-human who uses his magical powers to mate with his desired woman to pregnant her and impregnated his seeds. Luckily, Diana has strong physical energy so when he tried to come into her inner self, she could last at least five minutes but some girls he recently visited in their dreams died during their sleep. He drained their physical energy which caused a sleeping paralysis or nightmare.

The delicate fabric strained against her full breasts, her tiny waist tapering down into thick, curved hips that spilled out over the thin straps of her panties. The moment her dark eyes landed on me, a slow smile spread across her face. She sauntered over with her hips swaying rhythmically, wrapping her soft, bare arms around my neck. "Mmm... you kept me waiting, Hillian," she purred softly, burying her face against the crook of my neck and kissing her way up to my jaw. "And here I thought changing the spot from the lake house to a hotel meant you were getting impatient." Her hands slid down my chest, coming to rest over my lower belly, her warm body pressing flush against mine.

He pulled her against his chest, one hand possessively cupping her cum-smeared pussy. “This is only the beginning,” he whispered against her hair. “I have six years of depravity to unleash on you, Elena. Every room in this house. Every filthy thing I wrote about. You’re never leaving again.” Elena shivered, already feeling fresh arousal stir at his words. The serpent necklace gleamed between them like a promise. Outside, the bruised twilight had deepened into full night. The old Victorian house no longer felt empty. It felt alive with dark, insatiable hunger.