Passion Romance Kit Novels & Stories

I asked quietly. “Tonight.” My protest grew from my stomach to my throat but did not make it out my mouth. The last thing I needed was another ‘punishment’. The thought of the last punishment, with Tristan kissing my sore butt cheeks filled my belly with butterflies and sent colors to my pale cheek. I looked away almost immediately.” “I will go pack.” “Just pack a tooth brush,” he said with a mysterious grin playing on his lips. ___________

She bucked wildly up at her cousin as he pounded in and out, both of them frantic. The bedsprings creaked and the headboard rattled on the wall, and Kit was moaning her name again and again. He came explosively, crushing her against him so hard that it almost hurt, but Swan welcomed it, straining to get every last sensation, every last moment of pleasure and passion. Then it was over and Kit lay sprawled on top of her, their bodies soaked with cooling sweat. She could feel his heart thundering behind his ribs.

he said finally. I leaned in for a slight ceremonial kiss, my lips had caught onto his, it wasn’t ceremonial, it felt diabolical, in front of all of them, I felt his tongue inside my mouth, his hands at the back of my head, I felt my body spark, his lips being the ignition.

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”

"Your tracker brain is right. But your hands are actively fanning the pack fire." "Let the territory burn," I tell his chest. "I think these three volumes should do the trick." "Beginner, intermediate, and advanced mating books. Does your wolf require anything else from the archives?" he asks, his arms folding. I nod my head. "Actually, yes. My wolf desires to browse the explicit romance scrolls." "Lead the trail," he says, following my boots across the wooden floor, carrying all three massive sex texts securely in his large hands.

The friction on her clit felt so good she almost came right there. Professor Kane broke the kiss and looked down at her. His eyes were dark with lust. “Sit on the desk.” Sara did as he said, hopping up so her ass rested on the wooden surface. He pushed her skirt up to her waist and hooked his fingers into her panties. He pulled them down her legs and tossed them aside. Now she was bare in front of him. Cool air hit her hot, wet pussy, making her shiver. He dropped to his knees between her spread thighs. Sara’s heart raced. She looked down and watched as he leaned in. His breath brushed over her sensitive skin first, warm and teasing. Then his tongue licked a long, slow stripe from her entran

I breathed, my heart hammering against my ribs. "No... no, I don’t mean it like that," Rox said quickly, taking another step toward the bed, his eyes dark and fixated on me. "I promise. There is no way I could have the Alpha's pussy. I still love my life, Willow. If I actually fucked you, the Alpha would smell me deep inside you the moment he came back, and he’d kill me without a second thought." I stared at him, my mouth dry. "I just want to, you know, lick you up," he continued, his voice dropping to a low, seductive rasp. "Help you feel relaxed. You look so wound up, and I know you’re still sensitive from last night."

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.