Hot, Insanely Intense, Can' T Put Down Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“What kind of romance novels?” I swallowed thickly, feeling the warmth pooling in the pit of my belly. “I like… explicit… romance novels,” I admitted, overtaken by the sudden haze of desire. Some distant part of me burned in embarrassment, but in the moment, it was as if there was energy crackling in the blank space between our bodies. I was powerless to resist. Alec let out a low chuckle that seemed to rumble through me like thunder. “Oh, well, that’s a little different,” he murmured, his lips barely grazing the shell of my ear.

"Like when the guy is dominant or possessive. At least, that's what I get out of it when I read." "What do you like to read?" "Romance." "Yeah? Does that mean that I'm going to have to live up to some crazy high expectations?" "Possibly," she admits on a laugh, reaching out, lifting her water to her lips. She takes a sip. "I mean, it's not like authors typically write men who make readers cringe, but some of them are a bit over the top and unrealistic. Most, though, just, yum." "Make you horny when you read?" I guess. I've heard enough from Penny when she talks about the books she reads with Olivia to know that they fall into that category often after reading.

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.

​His lips met mine—warm, firm, and completely smooth. ​I had never been the girl with a long list of guys or a casual history of party hookups; I was the girl who secretly read romance novels under the blankets and genuinely believed in that full-body, cinematic type of love. And the second Malik's mouth pressed against mine, it felt exactly like the books promised. It was a dizzying, breathless rush that made the floor beneath my sneakers feel like it was tilting. My hands automatically found his broad shoulders, my fingers tangling into the short, crisp hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer as a sudden, dramatic warmth flooded my entire chest.

Even the way he looked at me. The storm outside grew louder while his mouth traveled slowly along my neck. “You drive me insane,” he muttered roughly against my skin. My fingers tightened against his shoulders. The truth was… He drove me insane too. Days passed like that. Lazy mornings in bed. Late-night conversations. Stolen kisses in the kitchen. Slow dancing in the living room while rain poured outside. Some moments were soft and emotional. Others burned with dangerous tension. But every second with Sebastian felt intense. Like we were both trying to hold onto something we knew couldn’t last forever.

He smelled warm and masculine, and it made me dizzy. Roman’s fingers flexed on my waist. I could feel his c*ck growing thicker behind me, pressing more insistently against my ass now. He wasn’t pulling away. Neither was I. “Keep your core tight,” he growled softly. His chest brushed my back as he leaned in to adjust my shoulders. The heat of him surrounded me completely. I couldn’t stop imagining him bending me over the bench and f*cking me. I wanted to hear him call me a good girl in that strict voice while he f*cked me.

Even so, the whole process feels like a battle, and I am already exhausted by the time I have the books in my hands. I still read romantic novels. There is something comforting about them, even if some of the stories hit a little too close to home. Some of the plots are eerily similar to my own life, while others are pure escapism—beautiful, heartwarming tales from start to finish. Sure, the characters face hardships and tribulations, but what always stands out to me is the love and trust between the couples. It is the kind of love that feels unshakable, the kind I used to dream about. Now, I am not so sure if that kind of love exists for me anymore.

"Uh, that sounds great, but—" "On my laptop," she said. "The battery should be okay for a while and I think I've got Atonementdownloaded." A lesson no one had ever taught me was that you should never watch Atonement with anyone you were insanely attracted to but weren't in a relationship with. It was an oddly specific lesson, but one I would have greatly appreciated before agreeing to watch it with Shay. One moment we were watching a well-written but standard historical romance; the next, Cecilia was wearing a skin-tight green evening gown and getting nailed against a bookshelf in a library. Sure, you didn't see much skin besides a knee here and a fumbling of some period-appropriate trousers

He might kick me out and I would just die. “This is amazing,” I managed to whisper, still breathless at the sight. “You like it?” “Like it?” My amazement hung in my voice, and I spun on my heels to face Dante, who was leaning at the door. “Are you kidding me? I am in love with it. It’s like heaven on earth.” The corner of Dante’s lips twitched. “The best part is that more than half of the books are horror, thriller and paranormal.” “No fricken way!” My jaw dropped, and I held back the girlie squeal that hung in my throat. And I thought this place couldn’t get any better.

This is going to be nice, I just know it. I spend hours cooking, snacking, reading, and it feels like a dream. My fae romance novel takes me to a land that doesn’t resemble my life and I’m so happy to lose myself in it. I’m reading along happily when I come across a word that strikes me dead. Mates. Great. Just what I was trying to forget about. I put it down and pull out the other book I brought, a historical fiction novel. No mates here, no way. Dinnertime creeps around and I spend a while making a nice risotto with a side salad and garlic bread. It’s so good it borders on s*x.