Romance Novels With Steamy Love Scenes Novels & Stories

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

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“Brayden, try to keep her calm for a moment. I’ll get Dilan. We need all three of us for this.” He left the room, the door clicking shut behind him. The second he was gone, I attacked Brayden’s mouth. I kissed him hard, biting at his lower lip until I drew blood. The moment the rich, smoky taste of his demonic blood hit my tongue, something shifted inside me. The sickening nausea from the forced blood earlier vanished completely, burned away like mist in sunlight. But the heat in my pussy only flared hotter, wilder. Brayden pulled back slightly, staring at me with wide, lust-filled eyes. “Your eyes… they’re red. Fucking beautiful. You look like you want to devour me.”

My lips pressed softly against her, warm and gentle, just feeling her, sliding over her slit with the softest caresses. She gasped, eyes fluttering shut, but my fingers dug into her firm hips, forcing her to open them again. All my tangled emotions—anger, lust, longing—blazed in my gaze, silently pleading with her to meet my eyes. My lips moved again, stroking, nibbling, softly sucking, exploring every tender curve. A soft hiss left her lips, eyes wide and shimmering. There was a strange fire in her gaze as we stared at each other. I couldn’t place it, but it struck me deeply.

She was fully expecting him to give it one glance, and put it down with a caustic remark about trash, at which she would mutter something equally caustic about literary snobs. Instead he scanned it for perhaps twenty seconds. It was ridiculous to feel embarrassed, but she did. Not because he was reading about the imaginative contortions of Dominic and Natalya, but because he was probably imagining her reading them and getting all hot and erogenous in the process. In fact, she had not. As scenes of rampant nookie went, it had been disappointingly unerotic - more like a DIY plumbing manual than anything else. ‘Jesus,* he muttered at last. ‘This is anatomically impossible.*

Nova Reyes and Jax Harlan had existed in a powder keg of silence for three days. The apartment felt smaller, the air thicker. They avoided eye contact in the kitchen, slammed doors harder than necessary, and shot icy glares across the living room. But underneath the hostility, the lust simmered hotter than ever. Every time Nova sauntered past in her tiny sleep shorts and cropped tanks, Jax’s jaw would clench, his hazel eyes darkening with barely restrained hunger. Every time he returned from the gym, shirtless and glistening with sweat, Nova’s thighs would press together, her pussy aching at the memory of his brutal touch.

She sent Charles many messages during the day and demanded quick sex whenever they had a chance. Their forbidden love was getting more dangerous… and much hotter. L

When his knock hit the door, her heart slammed inside her chest twice as hard. Olive and Lucie had decorated the bed and walls to set the mood while she went shopping with Maisie in the afternoon. So instead of her usual silk nightgown, she stood at the door in lace lingerie, strappy and delicate. They told her it'd make her bolder and more confident. Callum didn't move from the doorway. His breath stilled. She was used to the long, passionate kisses he showered upon her the moment he entered the room. He kissed her as much and as often as he worshipped her pussy. He was addicted to her taste.

I pushed the thought away, distracted by the warmth of his body as he moved into the living room. I retreated to the kitchen, the silence from the living room was a canvas waiting to be painted. I made his coffee, the steam curling up like a question mark. I slowly brought it to him, my hands trembling slightly. He reached out to take the cup, but his fingers brushed against mine, lingering just a second and too long. The touch was electric, a spark that connected us in a way words couldn't. A smile touched his lips, and the warmth of his gaze sent a flush rushing to my cheeks.