Sci Fi Fantasy Romance Books Novels & Stories

His strong hands spreading my thighs wider, with his mouth devouring my swoleen clit while he whispered how sweet I tasted, and how long he had also wanted to taste me. The fantasy increased flooding my senses, as I kept pumping my fingers faster. I imagined him bending me over his desk, yanking my skirt up around my waist, and thrusting his thick cock into me from behind. I could almost feel the way he would fill me, with his hard and thick cock. I imagined as his hips were slapping against my ass with every deep and powerful stroke. In my head he was gripping my hair, pulling my head back so he could have access to growl filthy words in my ear.

"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.

“Oh, he likes that.” The pale witch with icy blue eyes shoves the redhead aside, her palm slamming against Damian’s chest as she kisses him. Her teeth clash against his, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth, wet and demanding. Her other hand grips his cock, her fingers twisting just enough to make him gasp into the kiss. “Mine,” she growls against his lips before pulling back, her thumb pressing against the slit of his cock, spreading the pre-cum in slow, deliberate circles. The dark-haired witch with wild curls presses against his back, her breath hot against his ear. “You’re going to take everything we give you, aren’t you?” Her fingers trace the line of his spine, dipping lower to gr

I couldn’t remember the last time a man checked her out. She continued to sip her drink as Alisa returned to the seat next to me. Let’s go.” I took Lisa by the hand and walked toward what they called the Cloud Room. It was a massive space with nearly twenty king beds When I pushed open the French doors leading to the space, Lisa let out a gasp. “They're really getting it in here!”

Touched and angry at the same time. Touched that he'd cared enough to think about what I'd want. Angry that he'd been planning my imprisonment. I pushed those complicated feelings aside and kept browsing. The fiction section was extensive. Mystery novels. Thrillers. Fantasy. Literary fiction. And romance novels. A whole shelf of them. I pulled one out, curious. The cover showed a shirtless man with tattoos and a woman in a provocative pose. Very dramatic. Very over-the-top. I flipped it over to read the back.

"But I can promise that whatever happens..." He squeezed his hand. "You won't face it alone." Something inside Cassian cracked. Like an old wound finally beginning to heal. That night they sat beside a fireplace in the estate library. The room felt ancient. Shelves stretched from floor to ceiling. Thousands of books filled the walls. Human histories. Demon legends. Poetry. Magic theory. Adventure stories. Romance novels. Far too many romance novels. At least according to Cassian. Adrian disagreed.

The more I read the first pages, the more I forgot everything around me, zoning out and delving into the book. It had a twist, since the book was a fantasy romance, and talked about werewolves. But to be honest, I loved it since it was one of my favorite genres to read. I came back, looked around, and smiled seeing Nate, Kenzie, and myself had started reading the book. We were so engorged that we had completely forgotten where we were. Sophie smiled with pride, and winked at me, making me blush. It was without a doubt we were fellow bookworms to the core. I smiled, going back to reading, snuggling into Nate's arm as he begins to soothe my arm again.

"It is beautiful indeed. It's like a book lover's paradise. I can just imagine the perfect day spent here! Just laying in that bed with a book in one hand and a hot chocolate on the other, staring outside at the waves beating against the shore." "I built it for you, Fifi. You know I am not much of a reader." At a loss over what to say, Faith rubbed her arms and stared to explore the shelves marvelling at the sheer genres of books that he had collected. But she noticed the basic theme seemed to be the same among them all... Romance. As she explored the many books, seeming to forget even Adi's existence, he stood behind her close and spoke slowly," Come and have some hot chocolate. I have alre

But obliging my curiosity, she tilted the cover and let me read the title. “How to lose an alien prince in 30 days?” I read out loud, frowning. “Sci-fi?” I’d pegged her as more of a murder/mystery myself. “No, romance,” she replied, never taking her eyes off the page. I tried to hide my surprise. She didn’t look like the type of woman who believed in “knights in shining armor” or “love conquers all”. She looked rational, strong, and independent. But it had me wondering what she DID believe in…

And not just any romance—dark romance, enemies-to-lovers, mafia romance, arranged marriage, all the subgenres I devoured in private. "This is our most popular section," Edward said, noticing my reaction. "Romance readers are loyal. And they buy a lot of books." "I can see that." Next to it was fantasy. Then a section labeled "Romantasy" that made my heart skip. Sarah J. Maas. Jennifer L. Armentrout. Rebecca Yarros. All my favorites, beautifully displayed. "You read?" Edward asked. "Yeah. A lot, actually." "What genres?" "These, mostly." I gestured to the romance and fantasy sections. "Dark romance. Romantasy. Anything with morally gray characters and impossible love stories."