Novel & Cerita Erotic Romance Book

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

Welcome back, sinners. Claiming his bride is a erotic paranormal sinful Collection brought to you by Josie Frank, author of the erotic anthology Wet Dreams a collection created for readers who crave passion without limits, obsession without restraint, and love that burns far beyond morality. This new novel dives even deeper into the shadows. It is a work of dark paranormal romance and erotic fiction intended strictly for mature adult readers. Within these pages, you will encounter: • Dark romance • Explicit sexual content • Possessive and obsessive love interests

"That's enough, thank you!" "I thought you said it was okay to read this?" Logan looks at me innocently. "Yeah. I change my mind. What the hell is this book about anyway?" I grunt. "Have you not been listening at all? It's an erotic romance called 'Mafia Boss's Slave.' "Mafia boss's what? What kind of demented book are you reading, and how is that supposed to help me sleep?" I chuckled. "Whatever, I tried." Logan slams the book shut and stands up. "Try to get some sleep, Daniel. You need it. Goodnight."

His words are soft, his lips caressing mine. Staying still, I enjoy the kiss until his lips move away from my mouth. The ice touches my stomach and I hold still as he runs it down my body, stopping just before my clit. My body slowly tenses but stays unmoving. Once again, his lips caress mine and the ice lifts off. My body prepares for the ice to touch my clit next. He stopped there so no doubt he will start there.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

The contrast of his rough, masculine hand against her soft, porcelain skin was the most erotic thing Ruth-Ann had ever experienced. "There," he whispered, his voice thick with a hunger he could barely suppress. He began to do up her buttons, one by one, his knuckles grazing the valley between her breasts with every movement. "You're alright now. He's gone." "Thank you," she sniffled. Ryder reached up and cupped her face, his thumb wiping away a stray tear. The intensity between them was hotter than lava, a magnetic pull that was impossible to ignore. Ruth-Ann leaned into his palm, her eyes fluttering shut as she breathed in the scent of him.

I missed seeing his cock. Anthony climbed the bed and snatched my hand away from my center. He pinned both hands by my head and settled between my legs. I shuddered at the feeling of his warm cock nestled at my wet center. “You are a disaster,” he said and kissed me hard. I moaned and shuddered underneath him at the passionate kiss he was giving me. His kiss was bruising and hot, making me feel heated in every part of my body. He began to grind against me, rubbing his length up and down my entrance. He lathered his cock with my wetness and all I could do was moan and cry for more.

His face was glistening, his lips swollen. "Kiss me," I demanded. He surged up, his mouth capturing mine, and I could taste myself on his lips-salty, sweet, and primal. It was filthy and perfect. As he kissed me, deep and searching, I gestured for F to come closer. I broke the kiss with E, breathless. "Your turn," I told F, and I pulled him into a kiss, my tongue exploring his mouth while my hand never stopped stroking his dick, E who was now watching, stroking his own cock in his hand. I stood up, letting my robe pool at my feet. I was completely naked, powerful, and dripping with need. I moved to the bed and they followed, a symphony of eager flesh.

She wasted no time, her hands roaming my chest as her lips found mine. I kissed her back, my movements mechanical. Her touch, her scent, her voice-it wasn't enough. My mind betrayed me, conjuring images of green eyes and dark hair. Of soft defiance and quiet strength. "Daisy," I growled under my breath, my wolf stirring violently within me. "What?" the woman asked, pulling back. "Nothing," I snapped, flipping her around and taking control. I pulled her dress up to reveal two round ass cheeks and a wet core, waiting for me to slam my dick in.

Our kiss was all-consuming, tongues entwined in an erotic dance. He pushed me onto my back, his muscular body covering mine. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down my throat, leaving a path of fire in his wake. His tongue circled my rigid nipple, teasing the sensitive bud until I was writhing beneath him. "Please, Charles," I whimpered, my nails raking down his back. "I need… more… Ahhh…"