Forbidden Romance Fantasy Books Novels & Stories

Her innocent eyes would water as she gagged on Daddy's thick meat like the eager little slut she was born to be. I stormed to her rooom, my pulse pounded like a war drum, my cock straining painfully against my zipper. I didn't knock, instead I fucking burst through the door. The wood slammed against the wall as raw hunger clawed at my gut. Holy fuck! There she was, my Elena, my forbidden obsession. She was splayed out like a pornstar goddess on her rumpled pink sheets, completely bare and glistening. Her creamy skin flushed pink with arousal. Full, perky tits rose and fell in heaving gasps, nipples stiff as diamonds begging to be sucked raw. Legs shamelessly hooked over the edge of the bed,

“So what changed?” Professor Hawkes smiles faintly. “Power.” Of course. “Some witches began experimenting with dark magic,” she explains. “Magic that could control wolves.” The classroom grows quiet. “That betrayal started the Great Divide between wolves and witches that still exists today.” I feel a strange chill run through my body. Something about that story feels… unfinished. Before I can think more about it, the loud ring of the bell echoes through the hallway. Students immediately start packing their bags. Professor Hawkes sighs.

Or just giving an academic example? "Take power dynamics," Professor Hayes said, his voice close to her ear now, his hands on the back of her chair. "The attraction between a student and a teacher. Completely inappropriate. Forbidden by university policy. And yet...one of the most common fantasy dynamics. Why do you think that is, Miss Sullivan?" Mia's breath was coming fast. "Because... because forbidden things are more appealing? Because the power imbalance creates tension that's sexually charged even when it shouldn't be?"

Damien locked the door behind him and turned on the switch and the room was flooded with light. "Tonight I need you to forget about anyone else and focus on us. body aches for you to touch it, so please, don't deny me the pleasure." His words and the way he looked at me sent goosebumps down my spine. The thought of making love with my mate made my wolf go mad with desire. "I'm all yours," I purred and he gave me a yearning look, making my pulse race. I didn't hesitate to take off my robe, but an impatient Damien pinned me against the wall, and moaning escaped my mouth.

I was just making tea. He stepped closer, crouching to help, his arm brushing mine. The scent of his soap, clean, masculine hit me like a wave. Our fingers touched over a piece of porcelain, and electricity shot straight to my pussy, making it throb. I yanked back, but he held on, his grip firm. 'You okay?' he asked, concern mixing with something darker in his tone. I nodded, but my mind raced. Katrina was still asleep upstairs, the house silent except for our breathing. Why did he have to look like that? Like every forbidden fantasy I'd buried deep.

She could still feel the ghost of his possession. She hated that she couldn’t stop thinking about him, hated the way his voice echoed in her mind long after he’d left the room, hated that even knowing it was wrong, some part of her still wanted to feel that closeness again. She wanted more, she wanted his mouth on every inch of her, she wanted to feel him inside her, filling the emptiness Daniel had created, she wanted this forbidden, illicit thing with a ferocity that terrified her. After tasting the fire, how could she ever return to the ice of her marriage? She wanted to do all the wicked, delicious things her mind was now conjuring. She could have spent hours just kissing him, learning t

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Chapter 3 I stood in the centre of all the books in the library, my fingers trembling as I flipped through another ancient history book, the pages brittle under my touch. The ink bled in places, the words looked smudged with how old they looked, but the message was clear…royalty must marry royalty. Always. Without exception.

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“Alex is your brother. I’m his wife. This… whatever this is… it’s wrong.” He stepped closer, crowding me against the counter without actually touching me. The scent of his body wash — fresh, masculine, with a hint of musk — filled my senses. “I know exactly who you are, Victoria. That’s what makes it so fucking tempting. You’re off-limits. Forbidden. And yet here you are, looking like every dirty fantasy I’ve had since the first time I saw you at Alex’s wedding.” I swallowed hard, my heart hammering against my ribs. “You’ve thought about me like that?”