Fantasy Romance Books For Adults Novels & Stories

Jasmine's life takes an unexpected turn when she swaps books with Robin Nasir, the popular and wealthy boy at Coastal Field Royal. She visits his mansion to retrieve her irreplaceable first edition of Pride and Prejudice, but finds herself drawn into an intense and passionate encounter. ************************* The library at Coastal Field Royal was a sanctuary of silence, its towering shelves lined with leather-bound tomes and the faint scent of aged paper. It was here, amidst the hushed whispers of knowledge, that Jasmine’s life took an unexpected turn.

She swallowed hard, then whispered shyly, “There’s… there’s this movie I watched once. The guy was really dominant… but he kept praising her the whole time while he fucked her. Calling her a good girl, telling her how perfect she was… I’ve had that fantasy ever since. I like being praised. I like being told I’m doing good. And… I like when the guy takes control a little.” I smiled, my hand still gently cupping her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple. “That’s not a crazy kink at all, baby. It’s something I can do. But the thing is… you aren’t ready for sex yet. And I won’t do anything without your full consent.” She nodded quickly, biting her lip. “I know. Give me a little time… then I’ll

“Listen to you moaning like a whore in your own shop. Anyone walking by could hear how well you’re getting fucked.” The thought made me clench around him. “Don’t care. Harder. Please…” One hand reached around to wrap around my aching cock, stroking me in firm, fast pulls that matched his rhythm. “You feel so fucking good,” he panted, voice rough. “Squeezing my cock like that while your dick leaks all over my hand. This what you’ve been fantasizing about? Getting railed right here where you make everyone’s coffee?” “Every damn day,” I admitted between moans. “Wanted you to bend me over and use me since the first time you walked in. Fuck… your hand feels so good.”

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“Fuck yeah, it fits. Fits you perfectly. You were made for me.” His words send a secret thrill through my heart, like an electric current. I had no idea it was possible to adore someone and want to screw his brains out at the exact same time. Love and sex have never been intertwined for me before this moment. If I weren’t on the precipice of having a seriously amazing orgasm, I’d probably be freaking out about that right now. But there’s no time for that nonsense because I’m about to blow. I’m going up and down, riding him like I’m in a rodeo, and he’s meeting me thrust for thrust. He starts yelling out of control, and it makes me feel like a warrior badass, totally slaying his ass.

He smiled charmingly and said, “Oh, no, my darling. You just wait and see. By the time the potion kicks in properly, you will be begging me to fuck you.” “Never!” She said, but even so, she could feel her body vibrating with an intense sexual need. She needed something hard to enter her and free her from this strong arousal and it was definitely not something that her fingers could resolve. Her need continue to grow, frustrating her like an itch that she couldn’t scratch. She was writhing on the bed, panting like a thirsty dog. Nikjin licked his palm and then wrapped it around his cock and he began to stroke it slowly, lovingly like a treasured pet. Seeing him work himself like that made her

This' where the meeting would be held. The small library at the wall is stocked with a few interesting books to use and pass some time. I pick up a book that attracts my attention, from a glimpse of it, I detect that it's a romance fantasy. The gold and red combination of the cover with the stylish golden fonts captivates me, the front has a young girl holding on her palms what looks like a magical spindle, with a glowing light around it. The title goes, "When you're alone." A subscript writes, "A supermodel story of the girl who single handedly achieves the most difficult goals."

He began to kiss along my neck, just gentle little flutters across my skin that made me shiver. Dragus appeared on the other side and began to mimic his brother’s actions on the other side. I was enveloped in their arms and their kisses. And their touch. Both twin stayed clearly above the clothes. After what had happened last night at home, I knew I was being treated with care. I wanted to be good for them. I wanted to be the mate that they wanted. I allowed myself to be pulled into their attention, and soon Darian’s mouth found mine. He kissed me with a passion like he hadn’t kissed me in such a long time and I pulled him closer into me so that I could be devoured by him. Darian broke the k

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: Friday night was consumed with nightmares and at 4am I decided to give up trying to sleep. I leaned over to my nightstand and pulled out a book and a reading light. Might as well take this time to get something useful done rather than scroll away on I*******m again. It had been a bit but I was finally reading to finish the last book in this fantasy romance series I loved. I hadn’t wanted the story to end so I had put off reading the last book. I loved the romance between the two main characters, a bad-guy fae who turned out to be the good guy all along, and a human girl who finds herself thrown into a world of magic. I just loved their relationship, and the whole concept

Chapter 4 The castle doors slam open behind us, the force of the wind howling through the courtyard like a living thing. My breath hitches, my body still trembling from the vision, from him, from the way Dominic’s fingers had tangled in my hair, the way Adrian’s thumb had pressed against my clit through the damp fabric of my leggings. Both of them are hard, their scents thick in the air. Adrian’s grip on my wrist tightens, his silver eyes dark with something feral. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to. His free hand slides up my thigh, fingers curling possessively over the waistband of my leggings, pulling me back against him.