Great Fantasy Romance Novels & Stories

The fabric gave way, sliding down her body in a pool of silk that gathered at her feet like a discarded skin. She stood there in the center of the room, bare except for her black lace bra and the matching panties that were already beginning to feel uncomfortably tight. The swell of her breasts moved with every labored breath she took. Damien’s eyes were locked on them, dark and predatory. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he reached for her, his fingers twitching with the need to touch. "Fuck, Bianca," he growled. His voice was thick, caught in the back of his throat. "You’re so fucking perfect."

Plunging his tongue into her opening, he lapped her slippery musk as she came, a half-scream issuing from her while her legs clamped around his head, imprisoning him against her in the most pleasurable place imaginable. It was only when he felt the shudders slowing and her legs relaxed that he pulled away, sitting up before moving to stand. He kept his gaze on her, almost afraid she would be like the fantasies he’d had the past few weeks and suddenly disappear. In a rush, he shed his clothes to return to her. Unlike those imaginary encounters, this time she was real and solid, curving into his arms. With exaggerated care, he rolled onto his back and lifted her above him. “I don’t want to hur

Then he released her hands and scooped her into close and intimate contact with all of him. 'Not a myth,' he said gruffly. 'But we can make a legend of tonight, Jasmine Leclaire.' And he kissed her.... Kissed her as though her mouth held the fountain of life and he thirsted for every drop of it. And she kissed him back with all the pent-up passion from waiting for this, waiting and wanting and needing it to be...just like this.

Elric glared at him. "This is my fiancée, Saffron Greenreaver. She hails from Gilramore. I thought perhaps she would lend a unique perspective to our discussions here today," Elric replied smoothly, his hands clenched beneath the table. He hated this part of his role. Planning battles, yes. Not sparring verbally with entitled old men who hadn't seen a battle in over twenty years.

Darice looked at Ana in disbelief. "It doesn't say but the characteristics described are very similar to the Falkland wolf." "That book must have been written by a madman. Or it could be a wolf that looks like that." Darice still did not believe Ana's words. Ana just shrugged her shoulders lazily to explain more. They both went back to drinking coffee while busy with their own thoughts. "Hurry up and finish your coffee, class will start soon." Darice reminded Ana to hurry up. Ana glanced at the clock on her phone then nodded. The girl gulped down the remaining coffee half at a time. Darice just shook her head at that.

VIDA The wedding was over including the reception,I had a long day.The drive from the reception to whatever house was boring.I and Kingston did not talk to each other and it was great.I feel like giving him a slap for kissing me passionately at the church.We got to a house or a mansion.It was painted with purple and it was beautiful.More beautiful than my home.The purple reminded me of Kingston's love for purple and it made me stare at him.Why did he have to hurt me.He destroyed us .He destroyed me..

Dante murmured, “but your body doesn’t, haven't we gone past that ? since we are bonded now you should relax more.” “Shut up.” Taiga tried to push him away, but Dante caught his wrists, pressing him back against the wall with one smooth motion. The action wasn’t violent, but it sent a shiver rippling down Taiga’s spine. Their mouths crashed together before Taiga could find the will to argue. It wasn’t gentle,like those romantic kisses, it was hunger, raw and filled with tongue. Dante kissed him like he wanted to devour him, and Taiga kissed back like he hated himself for wanting more. Their lips broke only to collide again, breathless, messy and desperate.

His voice must me angelic and equals his limitless beauty. I desire the long desired mate bond. The unexplainable love shared by mate. The undying romance. His romantic gestures towards me. I desire everything!. His hot breath heaving over my sensitive neck. He tongue romancing my lips whenever we kiss or s*x.. I desire them all So I really pray he awakens. *** A loud growl pull me off my fantasy. I instantly fall roughly to the ground. My spines smash with a heavy thud. I wince.

Each fantasy I reveal, you share yours too. PrinceCharming: I'm game. Ladies first. LonelyGirl: such a gentleman! shame I can't find one in real life. I fantasize about a man being the opposite of a gentle. PrinceCharming: I'd like to be your Dom. LonelyGirl: I didn't say sub/dom or bdsm 😝 PrinceCharming: I know you would love it. Now since I shared a fantasy it's your turn. LonelyGirl: I want to call you Sir.

I held his head while savoring the sweet sensation. He ran his tongue up to my neck, biting on it softly. Then he kissed me, we kissed and I started feeling his cock as I seated on his laps. It was rock solid, I got down and pulled his boxers down, revealing a massive cock with a red head. I kissed the head, and put it in my mouth. Sucking it fast “Fuck, Elena” he groaned. I felt a bit delighted hearing my name instead of ‘Maid’. I fist-fucked his cock and sucked his balls. That went on for a while then I sat lied on the bed “Help me young master Nate” I said as I raised my legs.