Romance Fantasy Novels For Adults Novels & Stories

If you found yourself drawn to the darkness—the kind of love that burns down worlds—the deeper lore, the dragons, the mystery beyond the ice walls, or characters like Lazarus and Sebastian, you can explore their origins in my other novel, The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate. And if you love powerful heroines who have to fight to earn their place in the world, and fate-bound romance, I think you’ll also enjoy, The First of Her Kind. If you want more—behind-the-scenes, future projects, Q&As, and a closer look into the chaos inside my head—you can find me on the gram @mfs_author Yes, I’m a bit of a controversial author with a knack for dark fantasy/romance. My love stories are edgy, to say th

He kissed me hard, his tongue pushing into my mouth, and pleasure rippled through my body like a wave. I kissed him back immediately, my hand reaching up to grip his arm. His lips tasted amazing on mine. He broke the kiss and pushed me back down onto the cushions. His hands grabbed my hips, raising my ass a little higher, and then he thrust into me again, slower this time. He dragged his cock against my inner walls with deliberate slowness, scraping along every sensitive ridge inside me, and I moaned loudly. It felt good. So good. This was better than I had ever imagined, better than any fantasy I’d played out in my head late at night when I couldn’t sleep.

she says, almost dreamily, "then, what after that?" "After you've erupted in an explosive orgasm? Is that the after that you're referring to?" I smile. "Yeah, I like the sound of that. After the explosive orgasm," she whispers. "Then nothing. My fantasy stops," I tell her. "It stops because then it's no longer a fantasy. It either becomes a dream or a nightmare, Cyn, and I can't predict which it'll be." I take her hand in mine, move my face inches from hers, and look deeply into her brown eyes. "In the dream version, we make mad passionate love for the rest of the afternoon, until we're both fulfilled to the point of exhaustion. We live happily ever after, meeting as often as we like to sati

I was actually enjoying it. She said she was only focused on the romance genre, but she loved to explore different sub-genres of it. The one I was currently reading was a medieval fantasy romance, featuring vampires, faeries, witches and werewolves. From the way it was going, I could tell that more creatures would be introduced, and I could not wait to find out. She seemed to have a fascination with the supernatural. I have imagined her reactions so many times when she will find out that werewolves actually existed, and everything I have been telling her was true.

I tried to avert my gaze but I could not, not when a part of me longed to be one of those girls. The way they were handled by the Lycans. Delicate and tender. The Lycans went down on them, licking and fingering their way into their core as I watched these girls stretch and groan, grappling and gasping before flipping them over their stomachs, setting them up to bury their huge groin into their wet entrance. Then they went all in, thrusting into them as these girls begged them for more. I crossed my legs tightly, only to realise I had gotten wet. I closed my eyes and prayed to the goddess that it all passed quickly, but it didn't. Soon the whole room was filled with moans and screams. Their s

The taboo hit me like a wave as she straddled my lap and guided my slick cock to her entrance. "Bethany" I whispered my voice thick with conflict. "You are married. This is wrong." She sank down slowly taking every inch. Her pussy was incredibly tight and wet. "It is not wrong if we both want it, Adrian. I have fantasized about this forbidden dynamic for so long. Ride me. Let me feel you." Bethany began riding me with graceful sensual movements. Her elegant body moved like liquid on top of me. Nadia and Betsy watched touching themselves and each other while whispering more secrets.

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

Her lips parted, her teeth grazing her lower lip as she bit down, her nipples hard. The sight of her fingers working her wet, willing flesh drove him to the brink of madness. His own hand mirrored hers, stroking furiously, his skin slick with sweat and precum. He could imagine the feel of her, the impossible softness, the searing heat, the way her body would clench around him. His mind spun a web of vivid, illicit fantasies. He saw her hand on him, her fingers stroking his length. He saw her lips, red and parted, closing around the head of his cock.

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.