Paranormal Romance For Adults Novels & Stories

I moan with immense pleasure, feeling like he was transporting me to a state of pure ecstasy. I straddled him, positioning myself above him, and placing my hands on his chest. He grasped my hair and kissed me passionately. With his hands on my hips, he thrust upwards, lifting his buttocks from the floor. As the night wore on, our passionate lovemaking continued, fuelled by the intensity of our desires and my supernatural abilities. The crack in the floor beneath us served as a reminder of the power we possessed, both in our love and physical strength. We explored our deepest desires and pushed each other to new heights of pleasure, then lay exhausted on the floor. Our bodies intertwined, our

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

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Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

“The money, the power… but mostly how fucking addicted we are. I wake up wet every single day.” Mom pulled me on top of her, our full breasts pressing together, our slick pussies grinding lazily. “Since the day I adopted you, baby, I knew you were special. But this? This fire we share? I never imagined it. Your real parents gave you up, but I claimed you. And now we claim everything—cocks, cash, pleasure. I love being addicted with you.” We made love slowly then, no toys, no clients—just tongues, fingers, and scissoring until we came together in shuddering waves. Afterward, we counted the thick envelope they’d left. Another five-figure payout. Life was perfect.

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

We were pressed firmly against each other, kissing in a manner that felt too all-consuming. This wasn’t a fairytale. Not by a long shot. This was reality and reality consisted of kidnapping and psychotic deals. Secret auctions and dark desires that promised sexual liberation and possible ruin. Abruptly, Tom tore his lips away from mine. Our kiss was wrapping up way too soon. “Turn around,” he growled in my ear. I didn’t need to be told twice. I turned around, facing the balcony. I felt long fingers grazing the length of my thigh. They tortured and aroused, raising goosebumps in their wake.

That I should be ashamed of myself for finding any of this arousing. I was so lost in my conflicted thoughts that I barely registered the advertisement that started playing on my laptop. No skip button, one of those annoying unskippable ones that forced you to watch the whole thing. It took me a few seconds to process what I was actually seeing. It was an ad for some kind of paranormal romance novel. The animation showed a massive wolf-man—easily six feet tall, broad-shouldered, intimidating—and a tiny human woman who couldn't have been more than four foot eight. She was pressed against a tree, her hands gripping the bark, her feet not even touching the ground.

'This was taken at some stupid party I went to years ago'. Placing the photo back down, He leaned closer to me. 'You haven't touched your drink,' He hushed in my ear before moving away and going back to the sofa. Ah, Fuck it. Downing the drink in one, I flew across the room to where he sat and kissed him. Drinking blood is a very arousing action for vampires.