Romance Series For Adults Novels & Stories

WARNING: Adultery/Infidelity, Group Sex (FxMM), Double Penetration (DP), Anal Sex, Spanking, Choking, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies. The air in the "Serenity Suite" was thick with the scent of eucalyptus and lavender, a curated calm that felt like a joke compared to the fire screaming through my veins. My husband, David, was literally on the other side of a thin, frosted glass partition, getting his back worked on by a diminutive woman. I could hear his muffled snores every few minutes. He thought we were here for a relaxing weekend away from the kids. He had no idea that I had requested the "Specialized Deep Tissue" package for myself-a package that came with two therap

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

Matthew immediately began to flirt again. The host finally came back to her senses and reacted. “Yes, Mr. Henderson is right. You don’t need a reason to like someone. Liking someone without a reason is what it’s like to genuinely like someone!” Christina glared at Matthew and asked in a low voice, “Matthew Henderson, I’m recording a program. Why are you messing around?” “I’m also recording the program!” Matthew said seriously. Helpless, Christina had no choice but to go through the process in front of the audience. She smiled awkwardly. “Mr. Henderson, what are your views on marriage?”

I smiled, wallowing in those same fantasies that had only haunted me. For a year, since I turned 18, I had been daydreaming about the day we would meet our mate and how I would get struck by his manly pheromones, which would capture every part of my being and pull us towards each other. How he would hold my hands, stare into my eyes passionately, and tell me my suffering is over.

"I am lonely most of the time. But now I have you. I won't be lonely anymore" She came closer to him placing both of her hands on his cheeks,stared into his eyes,he stared back. There seemed to be a change of atmosphere at that point. It became a romantic atmosphere. He gently placed his hands around her waist. She got closer,her face just an inch away from his and she gave him a kiss on his lips. It was so magical that he had to close his eyes. She continued kissing,this time she focused on the lower lip,then then upper lip and he picked up the pace from there. They kissed each other's lips so passionately until Jane let out a slight moan. He then went further to kiss her neck,while squeezi

“How dare you? I suppose you think it would be fun, teaching a virgin what to do? Your surfy mates would just love it. I can see you now, telling them all about the little English, sorry, Pommy Virgin, you screwed. Tight-assed little spinster, but the great Brett Matthews won her over!’ Her eyes filled with tears and she turned to look away. Angrily, Brett leapt off his seat and grabbed her hands roughly. His eyes flashed cold and hard as steel. He turned her to face him and she felt suddenly terrified of the expression she saw on his face. ‘How dare you, you stupid woman! Don’t you recognize the truth when it stares you im the face? You’re hanging on to some soap opera idea of romance. You

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

“Then make a mess, Bambi, I want to see you lose control and I want to taste the salt and the honey of your body while you’re trapped in those cuffs, so just lay back and let me get a good look at that puckered little asshole of yours.” “Is it pretty? Do you like how small it is? I’ve never let anyone near it before, not even myself, but if you want to put your finger there I won't stop you as long as you keep licking me.” “It’s perfect, it’s a tiny, pink little rosebud that’s never been touched, and it’s going to be so much fun to stretch out once I’ve finished drowning your clit in my spit.” “Oh, God, your tongue is so rough and warm, right there, yes, keep doing that, keep flicking it aga

Although they cannot publicly pronounce their love for each other, they do so secretly for many months; ravaging each other in graphic tales of intense love making, their love reaffirmed with every thrust and grind of their sex in deep and passionate kissing. I cherished those moments seated on one of the benches at the garden, neck deep in my book, lightly squeezing on my dress as I grew excited reading through a steamy scene. Could I ever have love like the warrior and her shepherd boy? I wondered, the passion, the depth, the pain the sex so colourfully painted in words that my inner thighs shivered in anticipation.