Romance Era Book Box Novels & Stories

Her eyes were closed tightly and breathing was uneven satisfying him as he knew she was afraid but was also responding to his touch. Damon: Look at me princess. He mumbled against her lips as her almost bare chest got pressed against his hard sweaty one. Luciana steadily unfolded her orbs and their eyes locked for a couple of moments. Her breathing got heavier when he unzipped her gown and removed it fully from her upper body revealing a light pink bra giving a compliment to her snow-like skin. He placed his rough palm on her cheek before pulling her face closer to his. Damon: Don't worry love you will never forget this night of our love.

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

“But it doesn’t matter what I want.” Benedicta stepped closer. “It matters to me.” She kissed Joanna again, slower this time but Joanna tried to pull back. Benedicta followed, pressing her against the desk, hands already sliding under her blouse. The risk made every touch sharper. Joanna gave in with a low sound and kissed her back hard. Joanna turned Benedicta around and bent her over the desk again. She shoved the skirt up, found her already wet, and pushed three fingers deep in one thrust. Benedicta moaned, forehead pressed to the wood.

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

and worst of all, he was my stepbrother. My name is Elena Romero, and I have always been the good girl that could do no wrong. Just a girl and her books they say, but what they didn't know was that those books housed my dark fantasies, dragging me into a world so forbidden that it left me craving for what I shouldn't have. And I would have gotten away with it, my fantasies would have remained fantasies, but everything changed when mother forced me to pack up and leave Italy with her. She had fallen in love with Butch, a handsome man in his sixties, and he lived in Chicago with his son, Frederick.

They were things that I had once kept in the dresser my mother allowed me to keep my (limited) belongings in. However, also as expected, nothing about this box or collection of items was innocent. It was obvious that my mother had taken quite a bit of time to organize the items in the box. For example, instead of entire magazines, the box contained magazine pages. Instead of whole notebooks, the box contained notebook pages. And instead of whole photo albums, the box contained photographs in plastic sleeves. What she left in the box told a story of an epic romance between two star-crossed lovers (Danny and Beth), and the frumpy, acne-faced teenager (me) who was obsessed with them.

His voice is low, rough around the edges, the kind that would rumble against my ear if he leaned in close enough. I swallow. “Yeah. That’s me.” His gaze flicks down, just for a second—but it’s enough. The way his dark eye lingers on the hem of my shirt, the way my nipples tighten under the thin cotton like he’s already touched them. My skin prickles, heat pooling between my thighs. Fuck. I’m not wearing a bra. I wasn’t expecting this. He holds out a small, discreet box. The return address is familiar, Pink Petal Pleasures, the boutique I ordered from last night after two glasses of wine and a particularly frustrating video call with my vibrator collection.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”