Romantic Novels For Adults Novels & Stories

Hazel’s eyes are wide with determination. “Uh-huh… Didn’t realize love was achieved using a math formula.” I scoff. Wouldn’t falling in love be better than putting on a performance? All the romance novels I have read always made love sound so unpredictable. I mean, I wouldn’t mind finding a mate, but I am not allowed to. So, I live vicariously through my hot, sexy fictional characters. What I wouldn’t give to lick melted marshmallow off one of those Alphas on the cover of my erotic romance novels. I growl in my head… He would have bulging muscles, perfect flowing long hair, and a thick slounge, everything moving in slow motion when he walks… YUMMY! Come to mama!

"Now go write your dark, possessive heroes. Make them hot and dangerous enough to earn that redemption arc." I laughed. "That's not how it works." "It's exactly how it works. Romance novel 101. A boy does bad things, the boy suffers, the boy grovels and the girl takes him back." She winked. "Easy." I watched her walk away, her bright hair bouncing, her laughter trailing behind her like confetti. The boy does bad things, suffers and grovels to the girl. Victor didn't strike me as the groveling type.

Emma asks quietly, in a voice intended only for me to hear. "He doesn't need to. And I plan to keep it that way till the very end." "If there's anything romance novels have taught me, is that if you keep two adults of the opposite sex in the same place for a while under a contract of any sort, something is bound to happen and rules are going to be broken. But... You can try, maybe you'll be the first to not go down that road, who knows?" She says jokingly at first but her gaze soon becomes serious.

Damien stayed buried deep inside me, his thick cock stretching me perfectly. The candles around the room flickered faster, as if the air itself was breathing with us. Damien silver eyes glowed brighter in the dim light, almost like moonlight trapped inside them. He didn’t move right away. He just looked down at me, one hand gently brushing hair from my face. “You feel it, don’t you?” he whispered. “The house… it’s alive tonight.” I could only nod. My body felt electric. Every slow pulse of his cock inside me sent ripples of pleasure through my core. It wasn’t just sex. It felt like something older and something hungry.

My pussy clenched at the sight. “Oh god,” I whispered, fingers trailing down my own body instinctively. “That’s so hot.” They broke apart, breathing hard. Damien looked down at me. “You like watching your men kiss, Marilyn?” “More than I should.” My voice was husky. I sat up slowly, the dress long abandoned. “Don’t stop on my account.” Cas pulled Damien closer, their bodies pressing together beside me, hard cocks brushed. Damien groaned into Cas’s mouth, hand wrapping around both shafts, stroking them together in slow, firm pulls. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the room.

But as I finally sat up and started cleaning the small mess I’d made, I heard it. The soft click of the door opening behind me. Before I could react, a large hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my scream. A powerful body pressed against my back, trapping me on the bed. “Seems I finally found the naughty little thing who’s been sneaking into my room,” Lord Blackwood’s deep, dangerous voice whispered hotly against my ear. My blood ran cold. “You enjoy listening to me fuck other women, little maid?” His free hand slid down my body, gripping my hip possessively. “Then perhaps it’s time you learn what it feels like to be the one beneath me.”

I take a sip of my cocktail and savor the light pink liquid between my lips, enjoying the bitterness of vodka mixed in with the sugar sweetness of strawberry flavored cream. Feeling depressed and hating everything about love, I take another sip of my drink. This one’s larger, but I still savor it. Roll it around my tongue before swallowing. “Great idea, Nora,” I whisper to myself, staring down into the milky, soft ice, “go to the bar of one of the most sought-after romance destinations in the state to get away from romance!” I mock myself, resting my chin in my hand. “My mother was right. Getawting older doesn’t make you smarter. Using your brain does.”

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

My father had made sure of that. After a while, life had started to feel dull and repetitive. Shopping malls, parties, galas. Even the sex had gone quiet. Victor sometimes came to me once a week, and even that had started to feel like something I was just going through the motions of, not something I actually wanted anymore. But the moment Nikolai walked into the house, everything else faded. My thoughts narrowed to one thing only. How to get him to fuck the hell out of me. I wanted that heat, that rush, something that made me feel young again, even though I was only thirty.

In one smooth motion he lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist automatically. He turned and pressed my back against the wall hard enough to knock a picture frame crooked. The new position put the hard ridge of his erection right against the place where I needed friction most and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding down against him. “Fuck,” Nathan groaned against my mouth, and the raw need in his voice sent another wave of heat through me. His hips thrust up to meet mine and the friction made stars burst behind my closed eyelids. We were still fully clothed but it felt so good I thought I might actually come just from this, just from grinding against him like teenagers.