Romance Novels With Steamy Love Scenes Novels & Stories

[Alright everyone, I am officially putting my morals on hold. Forget the original couple. From now on, if there is anything steamy, I am consuming it. No crumbs left behind.] [I don't like pure romance stories! Give me something special!] [HAHAHAHA! What are you talking about?!] [Great! It's a hot couple! We're saved!] [How did the plot turn out like this? Whatever! I'm going to enjoy it first!] The next morning, I stared at the mirror with two dark circles and swollen lips.

We talked between breaths. “You drive me nuts,” he muttered against my lips. “Good,” I said and bit his bottom lip soft. He groaned and kissed harder. Our mouths opened wide. Tongues sliding deep. It felt like we could not get enough. I sighed into him. He pulled me even closer. We stumbled a step toward the bed but stayed standing. The kissing went on. Long and needy. Sometimes fast and rough like we were mad. Sometimes slow and exploring. I touched his chest. He cupped the back of my neck to angle me better. Our breaths mixed. Little moans slipped out. Mine and his. We kept kissing like the world outside did not exist. Just this. Angry want and something softer underneath. I hated how much

Asher's hand moved to my waist, drawing me in. "You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now." "Then do it," I whispered, my heart beating so fast it felt like it might burst. He didn't need to be told twice. His mouth crashed onto mine, deep and demanding with tongue thrusting in like he was starving for me. His big hand shoved under my crop top, his rough palm scorching across my bare skin and his fingers dug into my waist, yanking me harder against him. I could feel how hard he was already, thick and insistent against my thigh. I kissed him back just as desperately with my nails raking down his back through his team jacket. My hips shamelessly grinding against him and chasing th

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.

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 whole house was boring and the atmosphere was gloomy, I decided to go into the study, when I was in there with Damon I could recall seeing romance novels on the bookshelf. I am a true lover of romantic novels, they get your spirit high with the sexiness of the male lead and gracefulness of the female but one thing that lacks in all romantic plot is that all are the same, there hasn't been anything new but who cares...... While I checked the bookshelf I notice a couple of erotic novels in there, you should know that I am very happy.

Someone asked from the back of the room. “Well, first of all, in a romance novel, there isn’t a sex scene, it’s a love scene. And I like to go into a lot of detail, both physical and emotion wise, because I feel that the intensity of a love scene, it brings out exactly what the characters feel for each other, it shows the depth of their love, helps strengthen a relationship. Basically that’s what love scenes are for, to help the progression of the relationship between the lead characters,” I explained. Got some thoughtful looks and nods of acceptance in return. “Mrs. Akira Whitmore, do you feel that writing a story about oneself is better than writing about an imaginary character?” Another t

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

he grunted. The obscene sounds of our lovemaking echoed in the enclosed space. We were joined everywhere, his lips devouring mine and nipping me roughly. His cock massaging my pussy with its impossible girth. A hand rolling my nipple and the other teasing my clit in steady circles. My arms scratching every uncovered part of his skin, his face. So this is what heaven tastes like? My pussy pulsed and squeezed with his steady thrusts. “Are you going to cum on me, Rosa?” he breathed in my ear. “Go on then. Cover me with your cum.”

A dark, erotic, romance novel. The goal was to stop thinking about Alexander, but only ten minutes into the book and I'm already imagining his hands all over me. I'm already imagining him bending me over the fucking window of my room and filling me up ruthlessly until all I can remember is the sound of his name on my lips.