Good Fantasy Romance Novels & Stories

“I will stay safe behind your guard of warriors but on one condition.” “And what is that?” He asked, sounding a bit relieved. “That you promise to return to me in one piece.” Danshak chuckled. “I shall try my best.” Erin smiled against his chest and marveled at how their relationship had transformed so quickly within a short time. Only a few days ago, they could barely stand the sight of each other, and now, they couldn’t stand the thought of not being together. One minute they were both resisting the idea of being true mates, and the next, they were madly in love with each other and cannot imagine life without one another. This was the kind of love Erin signed up for; straightforward, genui

"I feel like I'm living in a fantasy." Braden closed the gap between our lips and kissed me deeply. His hand going behind my head gripping hair slightly pressing my lips harder against his. He pulled away slightly, causing me to whimper because he stopped. "Tonight, I'm taking your innocence and making you mine." Braden growled. I nodded in response. Braden closed the gap again and kissed me softly this time. "Come on, let's get out of here and go pay Allie and Miranda a visit." I nodded, as Braden took a step away from me. He smirked. "Afraid to look down ain't you darling." He said teasingly.

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

“This… doesn’t feel real.” Cas brushed hair from my face. “It’s real. And we’re not done.” He glanced at Damien, something passing between them. “Are we?” Damien smirked, that wicked curve I knew so well. “Not even close. Your birthday’s not over.” He leaned across me, hand sliding to Cas’s chest. “You’ve been thinking about this too, haven’t you?” Cas’s breath hitched. “Fuck yes.” Their mouths met right above me—deep, rough, tongues visible. I watched, mesmerized, as Damien gripped Cas’s jaw the same way I’d seen in the hallway. My pussy clenched at the sight.

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

In fact it was getting pretty obvious that I could do more than spank it to her, she was giving some pretty clear signals. As I sat up and clicked save on my latest Miss Ross driven story it occurred to me that I probably should get something going with Kim and give up on my stupid fantasies. I'd been watching and writing too much p**n lately. I minimized the screen on "Special" and stared at the next document which was my goofy vampire story for the group. As I read the uninspiring words I realized it could be a decent story if I tossed some hot sex in there. I doubted that Miss Ross would appreciate that though. I grinned as I thought that in any scenario I could envision she would not onl

"What?" "Does it matter?" He repeated and stepped towards me once more, backed me against the fridge and pressed his hand against my abdomen, almost pinning me in place. I gasped as he reached down with his other hand and grabbed my small wrist, holding it there in his strong grasp. "Does it matter that our parents are going to get married? Does that reeeaaaally matter? They don't have to know anything," He murmured, his warm lips just barely brushing over my ear and I found myself closing my eyes. "Besides, it's only a little bit. They won't notice if I touch you a little, or maybe...kiss you a little." The tip of his tongue flicked against my earlobe, causing my lips to part in a silent wh

"Wanted me to fuck you like this? Make you mine?" "Yes," Mara cried out, past caring about being quiet. "Yes, god yes" The carpet burned against her knees and palms, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, taking her exactly the way she'd fantasized about. "You're so wet for me," Adrian groaned. "So ready. Such a good girl, taking everything I give you." The praise combined with the rough treatment pushed her toward another orgasm. She could feel it building, could feel herself climbing higher and higher.

This was crossing a line we could never uncross. “Tell me,” he growled, biting my neck harder. “Tell me how much you love your best friend’s fingers in your pussy.” “I love it,” I moaned, voice shaky and needy. “God, Ryan, I love it so much. I’ve touched myself thinking about you so many times. I’m such a dirty girl for wanting this.” He kissed me again, swallowing my moans as he added a third finger. The stretch burned beautifully. I was so close already, trembling on the edge. My thighs shook around his wrist. The pressure built fast and overwhelming, like a dam about to break.