Horror Erotica Novels & Stories

Welcome back, sinners. Claiming his bride is a erotic paranormal sinful Collection brought to you by Josie Frank, author of the erotic anthology Wet Dreams a collection created for readers who crave passion without limits, obsession without restraint, and love that burns far beyond morality. This new novel dives even deeper into the shadows. It is a work of dark paranormal romance and erotic fiction intended strictly for mature adult readers. Within these pages, you will encounter: • Dark romance • Explicit sexual content • Possessive and obsessive love interests

My mind was a fever dream of images from the magazine and the forbidden, half-formed fantasies l'd never let fully surface about the girl whose room I was defiling. The climax was a tidal wave building in my guts. Time to roll. I never finished on her bedspread. That was Rule One. I flipped onto my back, the bikini top still clenched in my fist around my cock. Two hard, frantic strokes, and here comes my beautiful orgasm... "WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" The voice was a shriek of pure, unadulterated horror. It sliced through the room, through my arousal, straight into my primal brain.

"It's a...solid choice. “How about you?” I asked, turning to face him. “What's yours?” “Well… I read a lot of books and finding a favourite among them has become almost impossible because they all stand out differently.” “Impressive.” I smiled. “Do you read erotica?” he asked, as he halted his steps and turned to face me. My heart skipped. Not because of the genre but because of how he said it. The tone he used was… dangerous. “Well…. I… most of the time.” I stammered.

The warm, soft feeling made my whole body tremble. It felt so good. That intense wave of pleasure shot through me like electricity. I gripped the edge of the bed and swallowed hard, afraid to even make a sound. Every cell in my body felt like it was on fire. I couldn't hold back anymore. I pushed Lauren down beneath me and pressed against her with all my strength. She opened herself to me. We spent the next few hours together. When we finally stopped, it was already 3:00 am. Lauren and I fell into a deep sleep.

He led her inside, and the scene hit her like a physical blow. The air was thick with the musky scent of sex and sweat. In the open living room, bodies were tangled together on every surface—on couches, on the floor, against the wall. A moan echoed, then a gasp of pleasure, then a low, masculine laugh. It was an orgy in full, glorious swing. Victor turned to her, his eyes burning with possessive fire.

"You know it's just... play, right? Just fantasy." "I know," I said. She kissed me, and lay back down on the bed, stroking my chest slightly, then she moved her hand down and gently held my genitals in her hand. The words she spoke moments ago, spoken with total erotic abandon and with a look of lust and, maybe, a touch of cruelty in her face such as I had never before seen, echoed in my brain: "Fuck me with your big cock while my husband watches. Fill me with your cum." How did I feel? I felt terrified. And exhilarated. I wished we hadn't done what we had just done, and I wanted more of it at the same time. New possibilities had opened up.

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.