Novel & Cerita Erotic Romance Stories

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

He went into the hilt and her legs widened to give him more access. He rocked his hips, his thrust getting heavier as he held her in place. The table squeaked and her breasts bounced as he shifted his hips and pushed in again. “Hmmmph.” Brittany moaned as she dragged on her lower lips. “You taste so sweet, angel. I love the feel of your tight pussy around my dick.” He whispered as he shoved his fingers into her hair. He thrusted, rocking and thrashing his hip against hers with their slapping sound echoing in the room.

It’s sexy as hell. Call me vanilla girl all you want, but I love missionary. I love the feeling of his skin against mine when he thrusts into me. I love his breath on my neck when he explores my insides. I love sloppy and deep kisses while he strokes my insides. I love wrapping my arms around him and pulling him tight against my chest while feeling his cock in me. I love threading my fingers in his hair while he rests his head on my shoulder and still thrusting into me. That, to me, is the best feeling ever.

Cassian leaned closer. His breath was cold, laced with something metallic and decayed, a scent that twisted inside my lungs like rot-infested roses. A scent that I should have feared. But my body betrayed me. A slow exhale. A shudder. I didn’t pull away. His lips brushed mine—barely there, like the whisper of something forbidden, something promised long before I ever had the chance to refuse. Then he took me. The kiss was not tender. Not warm. It was a violent, hungry thing—his mouth devouring, his fingers tightening around my throat just enough to remind me that I belonged to him.

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

I want readers feel the story, not just read words. The story is also very adult, yes, maybe some people think it is too much. But for me, the erotic part is not only sex. Is feelings, is trust, is power, is danger and love together. I want readers to feel that Ria and Luca love each other, not only in kisses, but in body, in mind, in heart. Every moment of intimacy is story too, it show connection, it show how much they survive together, how much they trust each other. I hope readers feel that too.

Every thrust made my breasts bounce and my pussy cream around his cock. “Such a tight, sweet pussy,” he grunted, slamming into me. “You’re creaming all over me, Esme. So fucking messy.” “Don’t stop,” I begged, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck your cousin harder. Fill me up. I want to feel you cum inside me.” Our bodies slapped together, the earthquake forgotten in the heat of our taboo lust. He reached down and rubbed my clit while thrusting, pushing me toward the edge. “Cum for me,” he demanded. “Cum on my cock while we watch.”

“Weren’t you the one trying to act all holy and innocent? Now you’re staring at my cock like a desperate little whore.” He smeared the leaking precum across my lips. Without thinking, I stuck out my tongue and gave the head a kittenish lick before wrapping my lips around it. Lord Edmund inhaled sharply through his nose. I took more of him into my mouth, bobbing my head as best I could with my hands tied behind my back. I relaxed my throat and took him deeper until my nose brushed against his pubic hair. The salty, masculine taste of him filled my senses. “God, fuck… you’re a natural,” he groaned, weaving his fingers through my hair and gripping tighter.

I let out a loud, choked-off cry. He started a brutal, fast pace. The desk was hitting the wall—thud, thud, thud. Every time he slammed into me, I felt a wave of shared heat explode in my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down so I could bite his shoulder. I wanted to mark him. I wanted everyone to know he belonged to me. The erotica of the moment was overwhelming. We were two people who should not be together, doing things that were forbidden. The risk of being caught made it even hotter. I could feel him clenching, his muscles getting hard as he pushed deeper and faster.