Lights Out Book Dark Romance Novels & Stories

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

The heat inside the living room felt heavier now, charged with a thick, heavy energy that made every breath feel like drawing steam into my lungs. Sloane didn't wait for me to answer. Her hands were frantic, her fingers clumsy with desperation as she worked at the brass button of my denim shorts. The metallic pop sounded like a starter pistol in the quiet house. “Lift your hips,” she ordered, her voice raspy, completely stripped of its usual playful bounce. I lifted myself off her just enough for her to yank my shorts down my legs, tossing them blindly into the shadows behind us. I was left in nothing but my wet lace bralette and sheer cotton underwear, my skin trembling as the faint breeze

Especially when I plan on telling him about my mother, I highly doubt I will be creating a mood for sex, but it will still be worth seeing that look he gives me. After I finally finish mindlessly prepping myself, I walk out into the bedroom in my silky, short, gray nightgown which is a lot more comfortable than what I thought it would be. The only problem was how all the cold is hitting my bare skin at full force making me shiver as I rush to the bed to cover up. What is the point of this now since he probably won’t even see me? “What are you wearing?” I guess I didn’t notice Marcel already sitting in one of the chairs in his pajama bottoms reading a book.

I realized I never even asked him what he did for a living. I wasn't even ten pages into my book and I fell asleep. When I woke up the lights were off and I had a blanket over me. Everyone else was passed out too. I wandered around till I found a cold bottle of water and as I made my way back to my seat, I caught Martin staring at me. He held out his hand and I sat in his lap, and we cuddled and made small talk for the rest of the flight. I really was on the fence about Martin, he made it clear he didn't want a girlfriend and I definitely didn't want a boyfriend.

He just crept up behind me when I was looking out the window and did it. ~~~~ The next day when I woke up, it just felt odd. I felt like I rested for too long. That's when I looked at the small table beside the bed. Four books were there. Stacked up. I quickly got up and saw the time. My eyes widened in shock. It was eight at night!! That made me realize that the Dark Prince had already gone for war. I sat on the bed trying to shake the tiredness away. That's when I heard a knock.

She wore her hair bonnet and walked towards the bed. “Would you like me to turn off the lights? Do you sleep in total darkness or I should leave one of the dim lights on?” Wayne asked and helped her pull out the covers from her side of the bed. “Umm, I think I’ll prefer total darkness.” Rose could not swear that she would not drool so it was best to have the lights off to hide her shame. Wayne waited until she was settled in before he pressed a button on the remote which plunged them into complete darkness. The bed was huge and they would not have to touch but they were very aware of each other’s presence.

Sally As I lay in bed, the soft glow of my phone illuminated my face, casting an ethereal light on the darkened room. My roommate's snores provided a soothing background hum, but my attention was riveted on the words dancing across my screen. I was devouring a dark romance novel, the masked man's enigmatic presence drawing me in like a moth to a flame. Ever since Colby's tantalizing hint about the masked man earlier that day, I couldn't shake off the intrigue. My curiosity had gotten the better of me, and I'd spent hours scouring the internet for recommendations, finally settling on the darkest, most twisted tale I could find.

With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamiest romance novel my mind has ever had to process. I often sought solace in the comforting umbra of these silent walls. I discovered at a very tender age that the dark is your companion when you do not want to be haunted by knowing. I did not want to know the truth, or what I feared to be the truth, so I ran into the welcoming arms of darkness and explicitly narrated sexual endeavours between a young woman and an older man who both know what kind of service their bodies need. As I scrolled through the page and allowed my imagination to take care of the res

“But someone online recommended a dark romance book and I really want to check it out.” My eyes scanned the shelves, my gaze snagging on a particularly striking cover. It was dark, almost black, with the title splashed across it in stark blood-red letters. “Dark Temptation,” I read aloud, picking up the book. “Is this it?” Pauline leaned in, narrowing her gaze at the cover. “Huh. I’ve seen that one online. It’s pretty popular, actually.” She paused, then shook her head. “But no. I couldn’t read that.”

I collected it from him and assist him, He lay carefully on the bed, I pulled the duvet up to his body and decrease the light a little. "How did you know I don't like much light?"He asked and I chuckled. "I've watched you doing that countless times" "Have we slept together before?"he asked curiously and I turned to him. "I will wake you up in a hour,Sleep well"