Hot Romance Novels & Stories

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She then looked at him leaned in for kiss it felt like it lasted long but it was just for a few seconds “Do you like it” he asked looking at her as she blushed then he dragged her and kissed her again Dating Mateo felt like living inside a painting. He took her to hidden cafés. To quiet beaches outside the city. To late-night music performances. Sometimes he would sketch her while she talked. “Stop moving,” he said once. “I’m not moving.” “You’re breathing too loudly.” She laughed. “You’re impossible.” “And yet you like me.” He couldn’t deny that.

Their faces were inches apart, chests heaving, eyes locked in pure hatred… and something much hotter. “Say that again,” he growled. “Asshole,” she hissed. He kissed her. It wasn’t gentle. It was raw , all teeth and frustration. Letitia bit his lower lip in retaliation. Connor groaned and kissed her harder, pressing his body flush against hers. The anger that had been building for days suddenly flipped into something fierce and hungry. Clothes came off in a desperate rush. Connor yanked open her soaked jacket and peeled away her thermal layers, revealing the smooth warm brown skin of her shoulders and the full, heavy curve of her breasts. He palmed them roughly, thumbs brushing over her dark

“Fuck.” Rachel stared at her phone in the hotel room. Another lonely business trip, another boring night. The steamy romance novel she’d bought at the airport wasn’t helping the growing ache between her legs. It had been weeks since her breakup, and she was horny. She decided to head down to the hotel bar. Slipping into a cocktail dress and heels, she felt good as heads turned when she walked in. She ordered a glass of wine and soon a well-dressed man named Grant slid onto the stool beside her.

His fingers go between my legs as he prepares me for him. Oh my god, I put my hands on top of my head as I watch Roman stand behind me as I kneel on the bed and with both of his hands on my shoulders slowly slide into me. “You’re so hot,” he growls. “I’m going to blow inside you so damn hard tonight, Zolotse.” “Give it to me,” I whimper. “Every last drop,” I breathe. He bends over the top of me and kisses me aggressively. For some sick reason I feel my arousal start to lift.

A rush of heat flowed into my system until my bottom was absolutely on fire. "Oh. Oh!" I threw my head back, my entire body shaking. He caressed my skin, rolling the tips of his fingers in circles and zigzags. This time I didn't hear any sounds, only felt his arms wrapped around me as he dropped to his knees, his body covering mine. I could feel our combined hearts as he intertwined his fingers with mine, crushing our hands together. Pressing his lips against my heated neck, he rocked our bodies, grinding his throbbing cock against me. While the move was primal, there was something so romantic about the coupling.

When he finds the spot that makes my knees buckle, I cry out. “Ahhhh..” “There it is,” he praises. “Moan for me, baby. Let me hear how much you love it.” “Ahh….Jax….oh God—” His second finger joins the first one, scissoring carefully, stretching me open. It burns in the best way. He works me for what feels like forever in slow thrusts, curling, rubbing that spot until I’m shaking and begging. “Please.I need you inside me….please—”

she gasped, rolling her hips in slow, sensual circles. Damon’s hands gripped her ass, guiding her. “Ride me, baby. Take what you need.” His voice was rough velvet. She rode him with building passion, breasts bouncing as she leaned forward to kiss him. He thrust up to meet her, hitting that perfect spot every time. The pleasure was mad—intense waves crashing through her core. He flipped them suddenly, staying buried deep, and made love to her in missionary with surprising tenderness.

“I’m not flattering myself. I’m just reading your body language.” Heat climbed my throat. I could feel the truth of it in the shallow rise of my own chest, in the way my hands had curled into loose fists at my sides. Hatred and attraction had lived in the same space between us for so long that separating them had become impossible. Standing this close only made the overlap clearer. “You’re enjoying the risk,” I said. “So are you.” He lifted one gloved hand and this time he did not stop short. The leather brushed the edge of my mask, then traced the line of my jaw beneath it with deliberate slowness. The contact was light but It still sent a clear current down my spine. I did not pull away.

We were the perfect love story, and we could have remained so…if only I hadn’t…. “Liv, what do you want?” Mark asked, snapping me out of my thoughts again. My eyes darted over the menu, “Ummh, could you order for me. I need to use the restroom real quick.” I barely heard his response as I literally sprinted towards the restroom. Have you ever been horny? I don’t mean that little urge you feel when you’re next to a man you like. I’m talking about full blown crazy need for sex. You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying.