Hottest Contemporary Romance Novels & Stories

Seeking gratification before marriage was forbidden, and even then, her focus should be on her husband’s release, not her own. But she liked the way goosebumps spread across her skin as her fingers moved. She watched, transfixed, as her soft nipples hardened to rosy peaks beneath her touch. Her boldness grew as did her desire. She pinched her left nipple and startled at the sound that escaped her. A moan. Soft, breathless, unfamiliar. She had never made that sound before. She loved it. Heat bloomed inside her, spreading through her chest and settling low in her belly. Her breathing grew shallow, her chest rising and falling with each unsteady breath. Her cheeks were dusted with the prettiest

asked Desi. "Oh, if that's the case, I'll just go back first, Tante. I'll pick you up later." "Are you have an appointment, Dam?" asked Rhea. "Nope, Tan. I just want to go to the apartment to rest first," he replied honestly. Lintang is busy and cannot be found, even though in addition to seeing his aunt, Adam hopes to meet his lover soon to let go of the longing. "Just go eating first, Dam. Later, you can be moved to the guest room if you want to rest. I know, you must be tired of going back from out of town."

You're exactly who I'm writing for. Writing romance — the steamy, unapologetic, adult kind — is genuinely the thing I love most. I love slow burns that make you yell at your screen. I love the moment two characters stop pretending they don't want each other. I love writing the tension right up until it snaps, and then writing what happens after. This genre gets dismissed a lot by people who've never actually read it, but I think it's some of the hardest, most emotionally honest writing there is, and I'm proud to spend my time here. I don't plan on going anywhere. This is home for me as a writer, and I intend to keep building worlds and couples and slow-burn chaos for as long as readers keep

The End About the Author: A lover of romance and strong characterization, xxxR_RUIZxxx believes that any story worth reading should have a hero/heroine that the reader can fall in love with. She is currently living her dream, writing sizzling tales of suspense with paranormal elements, as well as contemporary and humorous romance. Some of her books contain highly sensual love scenes and sexual tension that will make your heart race!

"Let me feel that pussy." Our mouths find each other again, kissing messy with tongue tangling, we moaned into each other's mouth, our eyes half closed. Then he froze. "Shit...I don't have a condom." "It's okay, I'm on pill." He slammed up into me, hard and fast. "Oh fuck, Grey! Yes!" He didn't slow down. His cock was hitting my spot over and over. I grabbed my hair, pulling it into a quick ponytail, sweat dripping down my chest.

The caption read: “Hot ??” I smiled to myself and completing the statement under my breath: “Hot… sauce.” Curiosity got the better of me. I scrolled down to the comments. Of course, they were filled with girls. One wrote: “Tasted this sauce… would wanna taste your hotness next” Another: “You are hotter anyway” A third: “Can I be your hot sauce, baby?” I kept reading, my jealousy rising with every thirsty comment. My chest felt tight. I knew it was silly — he was with menow — but seeing so many girls openly flirting with him still stung. I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone aside.

Matteo Rossi. He arrived unannounced on the fourth evening, walking into the penthouse confidently. He was a few years younger than Alessandro — maybe 35 — but just as dangerous looking. Taller, leaner, with messy dark hair, a cocky smirk, and the same piercing green eyes. But where Alessandro was cold control, Matteo was chaos wrapped in charm. It still didn’t change the fact that Alessandro was charming as hell and I was unexpectedly head over heels. “Well, well,” Matteo drawled the moment he saw me in the living room. “So this is the famous contract bride.”

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—”

I bit my bottom lip, shrugging. "What kind of books do you mean? There are motivational books, novels..." I trailed off, listing various genres. Colby rubbed his face, frustration etched on his features. "The book I'm talking about is...dark. Dark romance." I cocked my head, signing, "I do read that. Why? What's wrong?" Colby's eyes seemed to bore into mine. "Then you might know...have you ever had any fantasies? Like, reading them, did you ever imagine..." He trailed off, his gaze intense.

The romance becomes a beautiful fire. His cockhead nudges my entrance. The pressure builds. My pussy pulses with readiness. Wet heat invites him inside. He pauses. His forehead rests against mine. Our breathing mingles together. Love and lust intertwine in this one perfect moment. The slide in feels imminent. The romance blazes bright. It promises so much more.