Erotic Romance Stories Novels & Stories

Synopsis Paltmin was born a human and grew up as such. His life was mundane, and he was happy with his simple existence. However, all that seemed to come to a crash when he was taken to the palace to serve the kings of the kingdom. And that was when his problem began. Paltmin's body underwent a sudden change the first time he met the werewolf Alpha, and that was the start of his erotic adventures. Note: This book is a reverse harem, meaning the main character has multiple partners.

He rose, cock slick from my juices. "On all fours now!" I obeyed, arching back. He entered slow, savoring. "Love how you take it." We fucked missionary next, legs wrapped tight. Deep kisses, bodies slapping. "You're my dirty secret and my addiction." He came hard, grinding deep. Cum mixed with my wetness, pooling under us.

He didn't wait. His hands grabbed my waist hard and spun me around. He pushed me back against the door. His body slammed into mine. His cock, rock hard through his jeans, rubbed against my stomach. "Fuck," I breathed out. I rolled my hips forward, grinding on his bulge. I needed pressure on my clit so bad. Rune crushed his mouth on mine. He kissed me rough, his tongue pushing in deep. I tasted the vodka and lime on him. He sucked on my tongue hard and I moaned loud into his mouth.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

They're about exploring the depths of emotion, the complexities of desires, and the power of attraction. In each tale, you'll find characters who struggle with their desires, wrestle with their fears, and ultimately surrender to the irresistible pull of love and passion. It's my hope that as you read, you'll not only be swept away by the steamy scenes but also find moments of reflection and connection. So, dear reader, I invite you to immerse yourself fully in these stories. Let yourself be carried away by the romance, the passion, and the longing. And remember, beneath the fiery heat of desire, there beats a heart that craves love, understanding, and connection.

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

She bottomed out with a shaky exhale, feeling him throb deep inside her, then planted her hands on his chest and started riding him. There was nothing hesitant about it. Jade lifted almost all the way off and dropped back down hard, setting a hungry, desperate pace from the start. Her tits bounced with every movement. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room as her cum-filled pussy swallowed his cock over and over. “Shit...” Nicolas’s hands flew to her waist. “Look at you. Couldn’t even wait five minutes before stuffing yourself full again.” “Shut up,” Jade panted, bouncing harder. “Just... ah... just let me ride it.”

He rubs and slips his fingers back in, teasing me beyond my limit. If sin feels this good, I will gladly own hell. The feeling of his dick pressing into my pussy feels so good! Half way in, he slips his hand in my belly and pulls me closer as he rams his dick in. Up and down my body, rubbing my breasts, he fucks me till all I think about is him. His cock. His touch. His wet kisses along my body… And fuck, his erotic words. “That's my dripping doll.” He slams harder, busting my cookie jar as I squirt and drip, oozing every juice in me.

The other reaches down and rubs my clit in tight circles. “You don’t get to come for some other man in my house,” he says, voice low and even while he fucks me. “You come for the punishment. You come on my cock because you broke the rules.” I’m already falling apart. The dual sensation of being filled and rubbed at the same time is too much. He feels me tightening and slows down on purpose, dragging it out, making me feel every ridge and vein as he slides almost all the way out and then sinks back in.

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.