Erotic Romance Book Novels & Stories

She smiled and ended 'I do sound it don't I? Julia rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. 'A bit,' I conceded, 'seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?' 'No. I just don't like all that foul language.' 'Eroticism is in the mind,' I argued, 'you don't need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I've just finished reading a story that I think you'll like. Why don't you read that and then decide?'

Yes, the books she read were all romance books but not the kind he was thinking about. “This is not the kind of book you would find sunshine and strawberries in, Adriano. And this book is in fact educational.” She responded with a smirk on her face. The book was packed with a lot of heated erotic scenes. Reading a lot of dark romance was the only education she had ever had about sex. It was funny, really. “So, what’s in it?” He asked challengingly. She was at one of those scenes she mentioned earlier and without a single word but with a smirk on her face, she handed him the book. “The page on the right, read it.”

“Erotic romance is a difficult theme to work with, and few are the talented writers who understand the essence of the theme. I deeply respect those who write, break taboos, and surpass their barriers!” Winking at me, Patrik approached again, making me take a few steps back until I fell into the executive chair. He crouched in front of me, placing his hands on my knees. “And I'm curious about the rest of your book, Mrs. Lis… We'll work on this project every day after work, and don't worry.” Smiling seductively, he added, “Your overtime will be well rewarded.” Squeezing a little higher on my thighs, he stood up and left the room, leaving me paralyzed and excited by his words.

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.

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

My hands are balled into fists, my knuckles turning white, nails digging into my palms. Ellie pulls back from her kiss, lips parted in a gasp I can’t hear through the glass. The man’s mouth widens into a shit-eating grin of pure indulgence. His hand slaps Ellie’s beautiful ass again and this time I can hear a faint Oh! of erotic bliss escape her lips. Her hips rock slowly back and forth. His arm moves up and down. I can’t see what they’re doing, but I’ve seen enough p**n to know that he is fingering the woman I came to declare my love for.

A dark, erotic, romance novel. The goal was to stop thinking about Alexander, but only ten minutes into the book and I'm already imagining his hands all over me. I'm already imagining him bending me over the fucking window of my room and filling me up ruthlessly until all I can remember is the sound of his name on my lips.

she whispered, her voice dropping to a seductive purr as she arched her back, deliberately sliding her body against his, reminding him of exactly where they were. Her legs tightened around his waist, pulling him back into her slick warmth, demanding the conclusion to the storm they had started. Roman's eyes darkened to near black, the last shreds of his legendary control snapping completely. "No," he growled, his voice thick with wild lust. "I'm definitely not done." He gripped her hips with bruising force, lifting her slightly before driving into her with a fierce, possessive need that made Mila scream his name into the empty office.

He was drenched, but it only made him more appealing. Gradually, his hands rose up to my thighs, going all the way up to the hem of my panties. It lingered there for a while and I shot my thigh up. His kisses had descended to my neck. I bit back a moan. The servants were here. They shouldn’t hear me moan. But I was having a tough tine holding my pleasure in. Matteo’s lips were soft. Like whatever the hell was known to be soft. His breath were making a mess of me.

And if that happened, my whole life would blow up in this house. "Please, forgive me. Don't tell anyone. I swear, I'll do anything." "You scared now?" "Please.." "Anything?" "Yes" He stepped toward me until I could feel his breath. "Then start with my lips," he whispered. I leaned in and pressed a soft peck on his warm lips, just a taste, but God his lips were addicting. I didn't wanna stop. He didn't kiss me back, just let it happen. “That’s it? That how girls kiss in romance books?”