Good Steamy Romance Novels & Stories

I turn the phone face down and pull the covers over my head. I don't know how it happened, but in some weird, exhausted way, I slowly dip into the realm of slumber. But it isn't a peaceful sleep. Rather, it's not a calm one. It's a sultry one. I find myself tossing and turning, my skin feeling too tight for my body. A heated sensation begins to crawl up my spine, spreading through my limbs like wildfire. I can feel *him* everywhere. The room feels like it’s about 300 degrees, the air thick and humid.

she gasped, rolling her hips in slow, sensual circles. Damon’s hands gripped her ass, guiding her. “Ride me, baby. Take what you need.” His voice was rough velvet. She rode him with building passion, breasts bouncing as she leaned forward to kiss him. He thrust up to meet her, hitting that perfect spot every time. The pleasure was mad—intense waves crashing through her core. He flipped them suddenly, staying buried deep, and made love to her in missionary with surprising tenderness.

“Fills me so deep I can feel him in my stomach. Look how stretched I am. Look how wet. This is what you get when you call a woman cold in bed. This is what real want looks like.” Roman groaned like he was dying and came again, flooding me a second time, cock pulsing hard and deep. I felt every thick spurt, the heat of it filling me until it leaked out around his shaft in heavy white streams that ran down my ass and onto the sheets, perfectly framed for the camera and every viewer. He pulled out slowly. I stayed open, legs spread wide, and reached down with two fingers to scoop his cum, holding it up to the lens so the light caught it.

"Are you kidding me? I get taken to beautiful, gothic mansions all the time. This is just one in a long line of gothic mansions..." His lips crushed hers and stole her breath. His steady grip was the only thing that kept Rosa on her feet as he deepened the kiss. She moaned softly against him as his hands pressed into her back and he nibbled slowly along her lips. He drew back slowly and broke the kiss. Rosa kept her eyes closed for a few seconds savouring the taste of him on her lips. When She opened them, She couldn't help but smile. Axel's eyes were filled with happiness and something else. She knew the look. She had fallen prey to it several times. It was the look of lust. The look that h

His breathing was heavy. "I missed you too." I ran my hands down his chest, moving my fingers over his abs. Feeling him tense again, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. Things started to get heated very quickly, just like they used to. I was so lost in the moment, I was caught by surprise when he slid himself into me. Letting out a moan of pleasure, I gripped his shoulders as he started to go slow, just like he used to do. We kept up that pace for a bit, taking in the moment of being together again. I felt him start to pick up the pace and I started to match his every move. This was just like old times. Slow, passionate, then fast paced and hardcore. We were both breathing heavily b

She could barely keep up with my passion, even though she was trying to dominate me. Suddenly, she pulled away, stunning me and making me crave more. She sat up and smiled down at me, making me roll my eyes. “You are playing with fire, baby,” I said and grabbed her thigh, then stroked the lace materials of her socks. “What if I want to get burned,” Sandy said and started to roll her hips, grinding my cock.

Genre: Demon x Human | Dark Fantasy Romance CW: Explicit sexual content, dark themes, possessive behavior, consensual but intense interaction. . . . The tavern in the city’s edge district reeked of smoke, sweat, and regret. Jolene Blaock didn’t mind it. It was a place where questions got lost in drink and eyes never stayed too long on one face. That night, she wanted that anonymity. A bruised heart, a broken job contract, and no more patience for the gods she used to pray to, she just wanted to be left alone.

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He says and I bite my lip. “You’re nervous. Why?” he asks and I sigh rubbing my face, “It wasn’t like this with Sam..not at the beginning, not at the middle and sure as hell not at the end. And then suddenly Aiden walks in and I’m dry humping him in his car like a fricking bitch in heat, letting him mark me like some sort of property and it’s weird because I was never a fan of hickeys, I got mad at Sam anytime he gave me one and suddenly I like it when Aiden does it.” I explain and look down examining my toe nails that I had done in tiny black hearts. “Hey, it’s called attraction and passion. While the sex was good with Sam you probably weren’t attracted to him nor felt any passion with him,

My cheeks heat up as I imagine walking back into the party like this, with his mark still on me, hidden yet so boldly there. It feels so dirty, yet I like the idea. “Will you go like this for me, Stella?” His fingers brush my thighs, where the cum has already dried. “Yes.” I nod, my cheeks turning red. A smile spreads across his face. “Good girl,” he says, fixing my hair. His voice is tender now. Like always, his praise sends a jolt of electricity down my spine. He brushes a gentle thumb over my flushed cheek. “Go now. I’ll come after a moment.”