Erotic Romance Excerpts Novels & Stories

I murmured, holding onto him, trying to steady my racing heartbeat. “Sorry, my angel… but I think you’ve awakened a demon in me,” he whispered, pressing kisses along my neck as we slowly shed layers of clothing. My stomach did that fluttery thing it always did with him. His kisses always had thatahicak effect, leaving me wanting more. But for a split second, my mind drifted to Damien. Why him? Not now. I shook my head, trying to focus on Ray and the warmth spreading through me. Without warning, Ray put all his member into me. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure I felt afterwards. He paused, searching my eyes, and I tilted my head slightly, giving him permission to keep going.

The musky-sweet scent filled his senses. “Taste me,” she instructed, voice low and commanding. “Slowly. Explore every fold. Make me ache for you.” Ethan leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh first, then another closer to her center. His tongue finally dragged along her slick lips in one long, reverent stroke. She tasted intoxicating, warm, slightly tangy, growing wetter with each pass. He circled her swollen clit with the flat of his tongue, then sucked it gently between his lips, humming softly. Ophelia’s hips twitched, her hand tightening in his hair.

She leaned in, taking him into her mouth, the taste of them mingled on her tongue, salty, musky, intoxicating. He groaned, low and primal, his hips bucking slightly as she worked him with her lips and tongue, her hands steadying on his thighs. It was messy, her movements driven by the same twisted desire that had brought them here. He tightened his hold on her hair, dictating the pace, pushing deeper until tears pricked her eyes, but she didn't pull away. This was their dance, dark, unforgiving, a romance forged in shadows and secrets.

Her lace underwear was soft, sliding his hand back and forth over the crotch, he could feel her wetness seeping through. “What’s yours?” Anateya scoffed. “I’m not some ‘thing’ for you to possess.” In response, Romero ripped her delicates clean off and brought it to his nose. He inhaled deeply, mouth watering at her heady scent. “We’ll see about that.” Dragging her down the bed, he pushed her knees towards her chest and covered her wet pussy with his mouth. She let out a loud moan, mouth hanging open. Her sweet flavor burst on his tongue and unleashed a hunger inside him. Growling, Romero used two fingers to spread her lips, his tongue pressing to her tender clit and licking furiously.

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

Each movement was unhurried, teasing, as he drew closer, letting the anticipation build until it was almost unbearable. When he finally entered me, it wasn’t rushed. It was controlled and deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every reaction he elicited from me. “Ace,” a broken moan slipped from my lips as my body trembled beneath him. Damn it—I had never felt anything like this before. The sensation was overwhelming, almost too much to hold onto. “I love it,” I breathed, the words spilling out, raw and unfiltered. Ace pulled his tongue back briefly, his eyes dark with need, then drove forward again with force, making me cry out. “Yes… just like that,” I gasped, my body trembling under him.

He ate me like a man starved, tongue thrusting inside me, lapping up our combined essence with filthy enthusiasm. “Yes, Alexander... just like that,” I panted, grinding against his face. Romance wove through the raw passion; he looked up at me with dark, adoring eyes, as if worshipping every reaction. Another climax hit me hard, my body shaking as waves of ecstasy crashed over me. I flooded his mouth, but he kept licking, prolonging the high until I was a whimpering mess.

TW: This book is provocative. It is categorized as DARK ROMANCE for a reason. It will not be for everyone. If you are a reader with certain triggers or sensitivities common to the dark romance genre then know that this book contains: a very dirty talker hero, sexual degradation, dubcon, rough play, and s&m themes. ♕—Delilah Lorenzo pulled away breathing heavily, a raindrop slid down my face and into my parted lips. Being in Lorenzo's arms and not feeling any fear was terrifying because it felt so good. I can't deny the fact that I had never felt safer than I do in his arms.

I looked at Vera, who blinked at me blankly and innocently. “Can I get erotical romance this time?” I said and gestured with my hands at the same time. Vera’s cheeks turned red as her eyes widened. I could literally hear her heart crash against her ribs. I chuckled as she timidly excused herself somewhere. “Princess,” Izumi coughed a little and continued. “That’s a… rather bold request…” “Come on, give me all the erotica you have. How else am I going to learn about these things? And if it’s a tragic, erotical romance. It’d be a chef kiss.”