Great Romance Novels For Adults Novels & Stories

Our bodies pressed flush together, and I gasped into his mouth at the new closeness. His hand slipped under the back of my shirt, his warm palm gliding slowly up my bare spine. I shivered violently at the skin-to-skin contact, a rush of goosebumps spreading across my body. The sensation was electric. I had to break the kiss, pulling back with a shaky breath. We stared at each other, our faces inches apart, both breathing hard. His eyes were dark with passion, pupils blown wide. My heart was racing so fast I felt dizzy. “You’re so pretty,” he whispered, his voice rough and full of want.

Bare, fragile, hurt. I didn’t like it. I hated it. “No.” “But you want it?” My cheeks flared, and my skin was suddenly vulnerable. My breathing increased. “And I know what this woman is offering. She’s bold, fresh, raw, youthful… what else?” I felt Gabriel’s breath on my neck. He was now standing behind me. My stomach stirred up from the building pleasure inside me. “Hungry for passion, warmth… sex.” Oh, God! I moved away from him. I shut my eyes briefly, composing myself to its rational state. “Mr. Stark… I don’t think it’s appropriate—”

“All night. During the toasts. The dances. Even when I was cutting that fucking cake. I had to see you.” I pulled back just enough to search his face. “You’re married now. This is dangerous.” “On paper only.” He backed me toward the bed, hands already working my shirt open. “I told you last night… you’re under my skin. I meant it.” We crashed together, clothes coming off in a frantic rush. His suit jacket hit the floor, then my pants, until we were both naked and tangled on the bed. This wasn’t just sex anymore. It was raw. Passionate. Like we both knew this night had to count.

he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?

“It’s so much… feels good.” “You’re doing perfect,” Cas praised, kissing my neck. “Such a good girl for us.” Damien slowed, holding me still. “You ready for both of us, baby? Double stuffed?” I nodded frantically, beyond words. Cas positioned behind me. Damien held my cheeks spread as Cas pushed in slowly—inch by thick inch into my ass. The burn melted into pleasure. “Fuck!” I cried out, full in a way I’d never been. “You’re both so deep.”

he whispered, the word thick with exhaustion and satisfaction. She chuckled, a soft, contented sound. Her body still trembled slightly beneath him. “That was… incredible.” She kissed him, a soft, lingering kiss that tasted of sex and sweat and something profoundly forbidden. He pulled out slowly, the wet, plopping sound a testament to their recent intimacy. Her pussy, red and swollen, glistened with their combined fluids. He looked down at her, seeing the flush on her skin, the satisfied glint in her eyes.

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

I don't, but I didn't give up without fighting you and I'm not going to leave those two parts without at least trying to do the same" "You're as romantic as I am desperate" "My books should have warned you about that" "You got to be kidding! Pornography is not the same as romance" "Depends on how it's written. It's not all moaning, unbridled sex, and exclamations of "oh my god!" ... Something has to lead to love" "So you're reading epic romances instead of porn huh?" I raise a skeptical eyebrow at him. "You didn't seem to have any objection when I was making you fall in love"

Disclaimer This work of fiction contains explicit sexual themes, mature language, and adult situations intended for readers aged 18 and above. All characters depicted are consenting adults, and the events portrayed are entirely fictional. This story includes sensitive subject matter involving religious settings and authority figures, which may be considered provocative or offensive by some readers. It is not intended to reflect or represent real individuals, institutions, or beliefs, but rather to explore fictional scenarios for entertainment purposes only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. •••

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.