Lesbianromance Novels & Stories

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

I turned my head, put my hand behind Xavier’s head, and drew his close, our lips colliding in a desperate, heated kiss. When we pulled apart, a thin string of spit stretched between our mouths. “Please…” I panted, my voice ragged, “release more pheromones, Xavier.” And he did. A wave of Xavier’s powerful, dominant pheromones washed over me, and I felt like I was going insane with pleasure. It was too much. Too good. “You like your husband’s brother ramming his cock into your pussy, don’t you?” Xavier grunted into my ear, his thrusts relentless.

“Perhaps you should come and sort out Kate for me. Mind you, if you smiled at her, she would probably accuse you of two-timing me. But then, according to her, you are only one of the many I have in my harem. Can women have such things?’ ‘Not in Australia. Come on. It’s time we were off. I?ll be in trouble if I don’t get you home in good time. Can’t have your reputation completely shattered by an evil Aussie male.’ 'Thanks so much. I’ve really enjoyed myself.’ Before they left the car park, he reached over to her. He placed a gentile, undernanding kiss on her soft lips. Despite her good sense, Kerrien felt herself respond, her body pressing towards his. She knew inside that she was playing wi

He felt vulnerable, trapped beneath my sudden intensity, but I could sense his excitement too. I deepened the kiss, my tongue tangling with his as I devoured him. My wolf was in control now, and she wouldn't let go. Roberto's hands came up, not to push me away, but to pull me closer. He moaned softly, his body surrendering to mine. I felt his heart racing, his pulse pounding in time with mine. We were two wolves, lost in the thrill of our mate bond, our passion igniting like a wildfire. For a moment, nothing else mattered. Only this kiss, this connection, this burning desire to be together.

“Are you certain of this claim, Lena? This is a gathering of wolves. To accuse the mate of an Alpha of being otherwise is no trivial matter.” “I am certain. And I have proof.” Lena replied without flinching. Selena, who had been lingering at her side like a loyal shadow, stepped forward at that moment. She placed a folded paper into Lena’s hand. Lena strode forward and extended it to the Elder with an almost theatrical grace. “This,” she said, “is a copy of the contract marriage between Ronan Stormrider and Lisa Hart. Her name is clearly there. She is not registered to any pack. Not a wolf. Not one of us.”

he warned, spanking her harder, “and I stop.” She pushed her hips back, stubborn. “Never.” He laughed. His hand slid between her legs, found her soaked, and shoved three fingers deep inside. She screamed into the pillow. He curled them, hitting that spot that made her whole body shake. “Still no?” She bit the sheet, refusing. Leonard pulled his fingers out, lined up his thick cock, and slammed into her in one brutal thrust. Clara’s back arched, mouth open in a silent scream. He was so deep it hurt so good.

he groaned, gripping my hips as he started pounding. Each thrust slammed deep, balls slapping my clit, the desk creaking under us. I could feel every inch, every vein dragging along my walls. “Harder,” I gasped. “Fuck me like you mean it. Own this pussy.” Roman snarled and gave it to me, hips snapping faster, one hand reaching around to rub my clit while the other fisted my hair. “Like this? You love taking my cock at work, don’t you? Greedy little slut for your boss.”

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J

This time she locked the door and braced a chair under the handle. “We have to be quieter this time.” she whispered, already pulling my shirt off. She kissed me hard. I kissed her back the same way. We fell onto the bed still warm from earlier. Isabella reached into her suitcase and pulled out a thick purple strap-on and a small bottle of lube. My stomach flipped with fresh heat. “On your back, open your legs wider for me.” she said, her voice low and rough. I obeyed. Isabella strapped the toy on, coated it, and rubbed the thick head through my still-slick folds. She pushed into me slowly at first, watching my face, then thrust deeper until she was buried to the hilt.

It was the way she would text me at two in the morning with nothing but an address and the word “now.” One night in late autumn the rain came down so hard the streets turned into rivers. We stayed in my apartment because the warehouse roof leaked. She cooked eggs in my kitchen wearing nothing but one of my old t-shirts. We ate standing up. Then she backed me against the counter and kissed me until the taste of salt and pepper was gone and there was only her. She lifted me onto the edge of the counter and spread my thighs. Her mouth found me again, slow and thorough this time, like she had all night. She licked every fold, sucked gently on my clit, then pushed her tongue inside me as deep as