Erotic Romantic Short Stories Novels & Stories

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.

“My perfect muse. My future wife.” I kissed him deeply, tasting salt from my tears and the promise of forever on his lips. I had come here as an unpublished writer desperate for guidance. Instead, Damien Cross had turned me into the heroine of the most beautiful, filthy, real love story I had ever lived. And the best chapters were only just beginning.

My stomach became warm, and my breath grew short. This was not a joke anymore. This was a test, a dare, a fire, that I didn’t want quench. Then the woman brushed her lips over mine, and kissed me. It was soft at first, then firmer. Her lips tasted like wine and smoke. My eyes closed gently and my body was melting into hers. Adrian was groaning loudly behind me, and that made my whole body throb. I pulled back and I was panting. I turned to look at Adrian and his lips were wet. His eyes were wide open, the man was still close, and his hand was still holding Adrian’s jaw.

A grin flashed across Erick's face. He gently guided me backwards until I fell across the bed. As I shuffled into place, he crawled up between my legs, his cock rock hard and the condom shining around it. Erick carefully lined up his cock with my entrance, flashed me a grin, and then slammed his entire length into me. A groan escaped me lips. Automatically, I wrapped my legs around him, trying to push him even deeper inside me. The heat that had been burning in my crotch all night began to grow and spread until it felt as if my entire body was burning.

No, I can't lose my virginity. I couldn't let him touch me. But Alpha Dante's lips claimed mine again, silencing my protests and my thoughts, all I could do was kiss him back. His tongue tangled with mine, sending waves of desire coursing through me and making me want him the more despite the fact I wasn't ready to lose my body to him. I felt myself melting into his romantic touch. Was I losing control of my self over him? Or was this what I truly wanted for myself? "Alpha Dante," I whispered, breaking free from the kiss that we both were bond to.

THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “SINFUL DESIRES”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Sinful Desires are short short stories , so just sit back and enjoy a short blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!

I wаѕ, but not fоr thе rеаѕоn they thоught. THE END Thank you for joining me on this intense journey through Lost in Lust.️ If you enjoyed this story, I invite you to explore my other novel, “Wild Pleasure”️ A very sexual erotic novel. Nuzel.

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.

Before she could even gasp, his large hands gripped her waist, and he slammed her back flat against the wall. His mouth came down on hers with a fierce, burning hunger that took her breath away. He wasn't gentle. He kissed her deeply, his tongue tangling with hers as his large palms slid down to grip her butts tightly. The pencil skirt he had ordered for her that morning was incredibly short—purposely bought to expose her legs and drive him crazy. Roman didn't hesitate. He hooked his fingers beneath the hem, raising the short fabric all the way up to her waist, keeping his heavy, warm hands flat against her bare thighs and hips as he pressed his solid frame into her.