Romantic Steamy Romance Novels Novels & Stories

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.

The more I think about it, the more keen my mind is dismantle every possibility to the last bone, which spells no good for me, seeing as the Devil desiring me sexually is one of those possibilities. Yeah I need to stop thinking about it. Calling Jun helped, but with her opinion on the matter to consider, the shield of my denial has been penetrated. Groaning in annoyance at my incapability to dissolve these taunting thoughts from my mind, I rolled off my bed and roughly yanked the covers aside. In moments like this, salvation has a name; Seduction Of Sin. With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamie

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

I press my palm against the enchanted, door and it swings open without a sound, revealing a chamber filled with candlelight. Immediately Six women turn make their way in, their gazes locking onto Damian like a pack of wolves sighting their next food. Their robes are sheer, clinging to their curves and angles, the fabric so thin it might as well not exist. Their Nipples pebble beneath the transparent layers, dark and tight with arousal. One licks her lips, slow and deliberate, with her tongue glistening. Another tilts her head, her fingers tracing the inside of her own thigh, parting the fabric just enough to reveal the pool of wetness there.

[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.

They slipped in together, towels loose around their waists, cocks already stirring again under the pretense of “just cleaning up.” Hot water cascaded over them. Steam rose thick and fast. Ryan backed Jake against the cool tile, kissing him deeper this time, slow, filthy, tongues sliding together while hands roamed. Ryan dropped to his knees again under the spray, sucking Jake until he was throbbing and leaking, then stood and turned, bracing both hands on the wall, ass presented. “Want you inside,” Ryan said, voice echoing off the tiles. “Bare. Just us. Right now.”

"Asher..." He groaned, hands moving higher, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. "That's it. Just like that. You're so fucking sexy, Isla. I've wanted this since I first saw you with the new hair." He pulled me back into his lap anyway, hands sliding down onto my thighs. I felt the heat pool between my legs as his fingers brushed my bare skin near my clit. "Fuck, you feel good," he murmured while moving his hands straight to my core. I jolted, my toes curling. This was a sin. A delicious sin I shouldn't crave.

When she returned, her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing had grown heavier. Riven had already lowered himself back into his large leather office chair, legs spread, his thick erection straining visibly against his trousers. He crooked a finger at her. “Come here.” Mirabel didn’t hesitate. She moved around the desk and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Her tight skirt rode up high on her thighs as she settled over him, her soaked panties pressing directly against the hard bulge of his cock. The heat between them was intense. Riven groaned at the contact, his hands immediately gripping her ass, pulling her tighter against him. He leaned forward, burying his face between her full breas

The pain mixed with heat in a way that made Elias’s head spin. “You’re mine,” Damien growled against his skin. “Everyone’s going to see who you belong to.” He yanked his own sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. It was already hard and leaking. He rubbed the thick head against Elias’s hole, smearing precum over it. Elias pushed back instinctively, desperate for more. Damien didn’t tease him for long. He pushed in slowly at first, the thick head stretching Elias open. The burn was intense, but after yesterday, his body took it easier. Still, the stretch made Elias moan loudly.

"Do you actually want me, Damien? Or am I just... a game? A way to feel something dangerous?" Damien’s expression softened, a rare glimpse of vulnerability crossing his features. He cupped her face in his hands. "At first, perhaps," he admitted, his voice low. "The thrill of the forbidden is a powerful drug. But then I saw how you challenged me. How you aren't afraid of me. Most people tremble in my presence, Rhema. You... you crave it." "I do," she whispered. "I crave everything about you." He kissed her then—not the frantic, hurried kiss of a balcony or a kitchen, but something deep, slow, and possessive. It was a claim.