Romantic Book For Adults Novels & Stories

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

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.

He growled and leaned forward, taking my nipple in his mouth. "Mhmmmm fuck.." I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Don't stop." He moved faster. Our bodies slammed together, skin on skin, his cock hitting deep, and right where i needed it. "Take this dick, Ashley," he breathed. "Ride me just like that." I cried out, gripping his shoulders, rolling my hips fast. "You're so thick." "You can take it," he grunted, holding my waist tighter. "Let me feel that pussy."

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.

His tongue invades my mouth, and I melt against him, my body singing under his touch. The bond between us roars to life, an inferno of need, and I feel him, his desire, his fury, his terrifying, all-consuming love. Then A hand fists in my hair. Dominic wrenches me back, breaking the kiss. Adrian snarls, but Dominic ignores him, his gaze locked onto mine. He whispers in my ear "You don’t just belong to him, little wolf." His free hand slides down my chest, his fingers brushing the lightning mark. The contact sends a jolt through me, my nipples tightening painfully. "You belong to me too."

He made sure he pressed himself strongly to her body. Leaning his rock hard dick between her massive ass in such a way that he was sure she could feel him. Without just a line between the boundary of lust and discipline, Nick waited patiently for her to say what would definitely determine their next line of action. But she wouldn’t even open her mouth let alone say a word. Well, for Juliet, her taste for men can only be seen with the older men. In fact, it was one of the major reasons she had fucked Dr cross and even though their first meeting seemed a bit awkward, every bit of it remained a memory that would continue to linger in her mind – forever.

God, he was every fantasy I’d ever had, carved to perfection. His lips hovered against my ear as his breath fanned hot over my skin. “How come I didn't know you were this damn sexy?” he murmured, his voice dark velvet. The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze.

"They learn their place. They get corrected. Sometimes that correction stings a little. Sometimes they end up begging for more." I could not breathe properly. My nipples were tight against my shirt. I wanted to drop to my knees right there. Instead I just stared at him, thighs trembling. He stepped closer and placed one hand on my shoulder. The touch was light but firm. Heat rushed through my whole body. "You're curious, aren't you? About things that go beyond ordinary little romances in books." How did he know? I nodded before I could stop myself. "Good girl," he whispered. Those two words made me almost moan out loud. I bit my lip hard. My panties were soaked now. I could feel my juices st

She repeated her question, seductive eyes roaming him from top to bottom. That was all it took for his hesitation to dissolve. He pulled her closer, arms circling her waist as he leaned into her. He deepened the kiss, erasing every reason he had to stop. They nibbled on each other’s lips, slowly, at first. Unrushed. But intensified when their souls were fully consumed, begging for a deeper connection. Their wet tongues tangled, mouths moving in sync with their lust towards each other. By the time they pulled away, they were breathless. Mouths swollen, tongues tingling, but they weren’t done.

“So what, I’m supposed to just… sit here? Knit scarves by the fire while you go hunting shadows? You can’t lock me up like some fragile doll, Damien.” He leaned in, his voice lowering to that tone that was more command than suggestion. “If it keeps you alive? Yes, I can.” For a heartbeat, their faces were inches apart, the air between them humming with something sharp and unspoken. Then he opened his door and stepped into the cool night air, breaking the tension as if it had never been there.