Fiction Romance Novels & Stories

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The sun finally dipped below the jagged horizon of the Blackwood Range, and with it, the human mask I wore during the day began to itch. I sat across from her in our small, cozy cottage-the domestic lie we lived. To her, I was Thorne, the quiet woodsman who had rescued her from the city's chaos. She didn't see the shadow that lived behind my eyes, nor did she feel the way my marrow burned with a hunger that only her blood and her sex could sate.

"Maybe that's the point." Damien watched her for a long moment. Then, with quiet finality, he said, "You're better than this. Don't let them make you forget that." "You know what would really make them choke?" she slurred, eyes glittering with spite and liquor. "If I walked in next weekend on your arm, dripping diamonds and lies. Told the whole world we're madly in love." Damien raised an eyebrow. "You're suggesting we fake date?" She hiccupped. "Not seriously. Unless you're that bored."

“It was during the time you said you needed space.” Caterina murmured. “I see.” “It was a long time ago, Caterina,” I leaned forward, making sure she understood clearly. “And it was just a fling. A stupid, brief moment that should’ve never happened.” Damien looked offended when he stared at me. His lips tightened, jaw clenched, and he held his fork like he wanted to stab someone with it. Hopefully, he didn’t have me in mind. “But you loved each other, right?”

“I don’t know. Isn’t he your boyfriend?” “Xavier isn’t my boyfriend.” “Pardon me. About to be your boyfriend.” “Not that either.” “Seriously, Noah,” Rina chimed in, finally tucking her phone away. “We’ve been friends for three years now and you don’t know that Lucas is Mr. Commitment-Phobe.” “I’m not a commitment-phobe. I’m just not—” “Interested in relationships. Yeah. Heard that before.” I scowled at her. She was acting entirely too cocky for my liking.

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

I kicked them out mid-orgasm. I’ve been with brunettes too. Some of them were actresses. Everything about them had been fake. Including their orgasms. But Rhiannon? With her green eyes, and blonde hair. I’ve never met anyone like her. I think I’m fucked. And my foolish wolf was not helping. My wolf was playing a highlight reel. Replaying her moan, her kiss, her scream, her face when she cums on a repeat as though it was a goddamned movie.

She knew that Liam meant every word he said, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long and dangerous battle. "Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me until you forget about him." As Penelope and Liam's passion for each other intensifies, they begin to undress, their hands moving quickly to remove each other's clothing. Penelope's fingers shake as she unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie underneath. Liam's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of her, and he quickly sheds his own clothes. They stand before each other, their bodies bare, the love and desire they feel for each other clear in their eyes. They embrace, their

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

I looked at him with a snort, I grabbed his cheek and pinched it so he moaned. "I knew it, you're going to do that to my cheek!" He said annoyed and rubbed his cheek. I burst out laughing and rolled over on his bed. "What about you, how are you?" I stopped at his question. "Tsk, you're still asking questions! It's boring too, can you believe we had a date at the library--" I didn't finish what I was going to say when he said something. "That's a good library, isn't it, I want to try it there but boys are so stagey, like girls, they prefer it in bed! By the way, what did you two do in there?"

I sat back, exhausted and surveying the sight in front of me. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any more erotic, Sarah moved down the bed and dropped her face to her friend’s chest, licking my come off them, before tracing her tongue up to her face and collecting my come there too. Then, they joined in a come soaked french kiss, swapping my cream between each other. Sarah looked up at me as she swallowed my come. “I’m thinking you’re likely to be out of action for a while.” She said. “Why don’t you sit back and relax for a moment.” With that she returned to her friend and kissed her again long and hard, Sarah sliding a hand down Katie’s body before sliding her hand between her legs and