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

Hazel said, her voice full of encouragement. “Men never care if you love them truly and stay loyal,” I muttered, still bitter. “Exactly,” Hazel agreed. “Maybe if the perfect romantic heroes from books were real, I’d consider dating again.” I chuckled. “Right? I’m reading a romance novel right now where the male lead is ridiculously hot.” “Ugh, don’t tempt me! I’ve added a few more book boyfriends to my list,” she said dreamily. “I miss our coffee and book talks, girl,” I sighed.

"But that heat's just for me, right, darlin'?" "Of course," she breathed. As if any other man would ever appeal to her. His mouth continued its sensuous journey along her neck, pausing at the hollow of her throat to press his tongue to the spot where her pulse beat so furiously. And all the while his hand traveled everywhere—her thighs, her arms, her shoulders. Anya anchored her fingers in the thick warmth of his hair, holding on to him tightly as little ripples of pleasure raced through her.

The whole house was boring and the atmosphere was gloomy, I decided to go into the study, when I was in there with Damon I could recall seeing romance novels on the bookshelf. I am a true lover of romantic novels, they get your spirit high with the sexiness of the male lead and gracefulness of the female but one thing that lacks in all romantic plot is that all are the same, there hasn't been anything new but who cares...... While I checked the bookshelf I notice a couple of erotic novels in there, you should know that I am very happy.

How disgusting. Waiting for Marissa to make dinner, I read a romance novel from my favorite author in my room. Spread across the bed on my stomach, I start to fantasize that the characters in my book are Dean and I and we are in the middle of passionate love making. Overheating and wetting myself, I get off the bed and strip.

It was the most freakish night of my life and it made me wanting more. Why wouldn't I have forgotten about my interview, when I was having the best time of my life, if I could meet him again, I'm not quite sure if I could hold myself. I would drag him by his belt and move his ass straight to a restroom and get beneath him again and yeah, against the wall too. But that would be, only if I meet him at the club, the way I went wild with him, would absolutely make me not to be able to stand the sight of him anywhere else, I would feel totally embarrassed.

It attracted me to him, like a moth to a flame. I couldn't explain why I was feeling that way, I really did love Tristan and always had. It was like our bodies had a mind of their own, like they were two magnets being drawn together without either one of us being in control. Electricity pulsed out of his hands and surged down my arms, heating up my body as it got lower and lower until it hit my core.

The intense pressure sets the romance into a raw, loving frenzy. His other hand drifts to my tit. He squeezes the flesh. He pinches the nipple. The sting shoots straight to my core. I scream. My body trembles uncontrollably. He thrusts faster. His cock becomes an unstoppable force. The desk shakes beneath us. Papers fly to the floor in a chaotic flutter. He swells inside me. The thickness stretches me even further. My pussy pulses with wet heat. It clenches around him. He leans in. He kisses me deep. His tongue fucks my mouth. The taste of him blends coffee and pure want. The romance shines through. His love shows in every touch and every thrust. Our bodies dance in a beautiful rhythm of hea

His dark eyes burned into mine with that same possessive intensity I remembered so well. “You’re not leaving tonight,” he said, voice low and rough. “I’m not done breeding you yet.” The word “breeding” sent a fresh wave of heat through me. We had never been this raw when we were together before. But tonight, something had shifted. The anger, the longing, the six months of pent-up frustration had turned into something primal. I reached up and pulled him down into a deep kiss, my tongue sliding against his. “Then don’t stop,” I whispered against his lips. “Fill me again, Val. I want to feel you leaking out of me for days.”

"Hey, you're back. Are you okay? You look kind of pale." "I'm fine. Just need the restroom." She pointed toward the back of the store and I made my way through the aisles, past the fiction section and the travel guides and the cluster of women who were still gathered around the display table talking about my wife's book. They had been joined by a few more people now, their voices overlapping in a chorus of enthusiasm that made my stomach turn. "The chemistry is unreal," one of them was saying. "I've never read anything like it. Usually romance novels are so predictable but this one feels different. It feels real."

VelvetRain: “He fucked me like he knew every secret I’ve ever tried to hide. Then I left before he could wake up. Haven’t stopped thinking about it since.” The typing bubble appeared almost immediately. ShadowForge: “Sounds like he’s still thinking about it too. Bet he’s replaying every second. Bet he’s hard just remembering how tight you felt.” Heat flooded my cheeks, then lower. I shifted on the couch, thighs pressing together. VelvetRain: “You’re awfully confident for someone who doesn’t know me.” ShadowForge: “I know women who run don’t run because they didn’t feel it. They run because they felt it too much. Tell me—what did he do that you can’t stop replaying?”