Lights Out Book Dark Romance Novels & Stories

Maybe the mighty Damien Blackwood is not that bad. I felt like her royal highness as I slipped under the silky sheet and the material made sweet love to my skin. "Night light on." I laid the command and sighed contently. The night light went on and its luster was passionately romantic and soft on the eyes. The dimmer red glow encompassing the room was inspiring of hot, long love making with your lover. The bed was so comfortable, I knew I was going to have a hard time getting out of it in the morning.

Shrugging, i turned it off and ended up munching the crunch chips on my plate. The skies turned dark, the blue hues were exchanged into obsidian where the moonlight is being centered to give lightness in the long breezy night along with the aligning stars and i found myself in Lorcan's sheets, panting heavily due to his after deep kisses. He's on top of me and we're igniting fire in the middle of the cold hour, feeling the warmth of each other's body. Dimmed lights coming from his lampshade has illuminating his darkened expression, it makes me wanna see the lustful desire in his eyes. The atmosphere is so erotic, i couldn't calm my insides down. They're throbbing and as if the sensations are

Her breast was rubbing on his shirt, making the tip hardened more. The only light in the room was the lights of the candle. Then he turned the night lamp on, on the best side table and then he stood up leaving her almost naked on the bed. She felt strange and disappointed as he walked towards the glass window wall and pulled the curtain covering the window. Then He walks back to her, his eyes have turned dark staring at her with adoration, admiring at him. Momentarily, his eyes filled with lust and life. She was waiting for him as he got closer. He is dangerously handsome and he is her. Only her.

I hadn't done anything Ben said, which was probably why Adam was getting worse with his PTSD and anxiety. Adam wrapped his arms around my waist and held onto me like his life depended on it. Maybe it did. Amber Lorenzo held me tight from behind as I looked out the window of his apartment. He had a beautiful view of Lake Michigan. "I love the way the lighting reflects off the lake," Lorenzo said. "Me too," I agreed. "It's beautiful." "Just like you," Lorenzo said as he gently kissed my neck. "Is it okay if I spend the night here? I don't want to drive in the rain," I asked as I turned around and wrapped my arms around Lorenzo's neck.

Dorian teased, his voice dropping as he tilted her chin up. ​"Maybe," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips. ​Dorian leaned back in, his eyes locked onto hers. Their lips were just inches apart when the light in the living room vanished, sucked out by a sudden, unnatural dark. ​A blinding flare of shadowy black light erupted in the center of the room. The temperature plummeted instantly, turning their breath to thick plumes of frost. From the center of the dark light, a towering, faceless figure stepped onto the hardwood floor.

Craves. It's overwhelming. Perfect. Terrifying. Beautiful. When we finish, tangled together in sheets that smell like cedar and vanilla and us, the light finally fades. We lie in the dark. Breathing hard. Hearts pounding. "That was—" Liam starts. "I know." "Did we just—" "I think so." Through the bond, I feel his awe. His satisfaction. His overwhelming love. "Sleep," he murmurs. "Tomorrow is war. Tonight is ours." I curl against him. Safe. Protected. Home.

And for the first time in thirty-eight years, I Blackwood fell asleep with a smile on his face. ————————— A knock came exactly at 8:30 AM. It was Brock. He was trying to mindlink me. But I didn’t want to right now. I opened my eyes and the ceiling stared back at me. But I wasn't looking at the ceiling. I was looking at the woman in my arms. Rhiannon was curled against me. Her back to my chest. My arm around her waist. Her hand on my forearm. Her breath slow and even against my skin. She was still wearing nothing but my shirt.

He'd always turned off the lights, always kept things quick, like sex was a chore to be checked off a list. The water was warm as I slid in. The shock of it on my skin made gasped. I floated on my back and stared at the sky, closed my eyes, letting the silence swallow me. I thought about Tristan, even though I tried not to. The way his hands was on my waist during s*x, the way he'd finish with a grunt and roll over and I'd like there, unsatisfied, wondering if this was all there was. Eight months or that and calling it a relationship. Eight months of lying still in the dark wondering why I felt so untouched.

Chloe's POV I thought I was just having a wet dream. I was floating in the heavy, warm darkness after spending half the night writing one of my erotica books. My body was stretched out on tangled sheets and I was wearing nothing but an old cotton T-shirt that had ridden up to my ribs. I thought the book I was writing was affecting my dream because someone was sucking my pussy in the dream. I felt a tongue. Slow and deliberate. It slid from the bottom of my slit up to my clit in one long, dirty lick.

Laid me down under the lights. Climbed over me. Kissed me again — softer now. Slower. We stayed tangled — sweaty, spent, glowing. The house was quiet. The fairy lights stayed on. Golden. Steady. Roleplay over. But the claim never ended. Husband and husband. Boss and assistant for a night. Lovers for life. Under whatever lights we turned on next. (Word count: 1012) --- Ready for **Bonus Chapter 31** (Kitchen Counter at Dawn, per the outline — spontaneous, quick & dirty)?