Good Dystopian Romance Books Novels & Stories

He almost growled. My eyes widened as he pried my legs apart and without warning pushed two fingers inside me, ripping a gasp of surprise from me, which then turned into a moan when his mouth descended and covered my core with his lips. My eyes rolled back in their sockets. I felt flushed everywhere. Daxton Cervantes was eating me like a hungry beast! "Dax! Ah!" His fingers curled and gradually moved faster, causing the air in my lungs to fade away as I clenched around his fingers. "That's a fucking sight to behold,"

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

His breath was fire against my skin. Damian’s body pinned me to the mattress, his grip bruising, his movements relentless. His scent clouded my senses, flooding my lungs, drowning me in him. His lips crushed mine, a kiss that wasn’t gentle. It was raw, possessive, claiming every gasp, every moan, every last shred of resistance I had left. I arched beneath him, my fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back, nails raking against his burning skin. His body was a furnace, hard and unyielding, pressing me deeper into the silk sheets.

He just went straight into sex, and I hated it, because I loved being touched the way Nikolai was touching me right now. He pushed the dildo deeper, twisting it slightly so the tip dragged against that perfect spot inside. “Tell me how it feels. Tell me how much better it is when someone else is using your pussy, Vera.” “So good…feels so heavenly…” My voice trailed off. Nikolai smiled mischievously. His fingers joined the toy, two of them sliding in alongside to stretch me further. I felt like stars had suddenly burst behind my eyes. I had always fantasized about Nikolai being good in bed, but not this good. He even made me forget I was on my matrimonial bed.

I wasn’t used to feeling like a third wheel in my own body, my reactions were no longer mine to control and that was exactly what was happening at this exact moment. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. It felt like I was in a daze and my entire senses had been bewitched by her as her sweet scent filled the car, it stirred something deep within me. My pulse started to quicken and my thoughts were all over the place as I took in her elegant appearance. Her beautiful black gown looked like a second skin as it hugged her body perfectly and my eyes darkened as I looked at her neck that had a beautiful gold chain. Her collarbone was exposed and my mouth watered as a sinful image of just how people sh

I smile sweetly at him. His eyes widen. “How is that romance?” “Well, becuase she falls in love with the new guy, and he loves her. Oh, and be warned, there’s two endings. Happy and sad. Decide the characters fate yourself.” I wink and he sighs. I watch as he opens the book ‘Tainted heat’ By Billiejo Priestley, and begins to read. It’s almost low level smut. I didn’t want to give him something where it goes too indepth, I can save that for next time.

Dom is quick to move, letting the rogues hit one another. Dazed, the wolves stand and shake their heads. This time Dom lunges. He lands on the larger of the two and sinks his teeth into his leg. The rogue howls in pain. Dom lets go, unable to stomach the trashy taste of blood. The other rogue pounces on him, dragging his claws across his chest. Blood oozes out over Dom’s midnight fur. The gray rogue hovers, snapping and clawing. He never relents, making it hard for Dom to regain control. Red fur comes flying through the trees, tackling the rogue. He never stood a chance against my red-headed beauty. She wraps her jaws around his throat, snapping them shut until she hears the bone break.

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

Chapter 30: Dawn and Desire Cassandra’s POV I woke up to the soft glow of early morning light filtering through the curtains, my body deliciously sore and heavy with satisfaction. Alexander’s strong arm was draped possessively over my waist, his warm, naked body pressed against my back. I could feel the sticky evidence of last night between my thighs, his cum had dried on my skin, mixing with my own wetness. Even in sleep, his cock rested thick and heavy against my ass, already starting to harden again as I shifted slightly.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.