Seductive Romance Novels Romane & Geschichten

For a second, surprise flickered across his handsome face, quickly replaced by something hotter and darker. I stepped forward, swaying my hips in the heels. “Welcome home, husband,” I purred, making sure my voice was low and seductive. I lifted my hands and slowly circled my nipples through the sheer silk, feeling them tighten instantly under my touch. The robe slipped open just enough to tease the swell of my breasts.

In addition, it can increase an urge for sex. Elena even in her unconscious state, arched her back for me, her lips parted, and I watched the way her n*****s hardened and her p***y tightened around my fingers. I readjusted myself on the bed, placing my left hand by her head. I leaned all my weight on it while forcing a third finger into her tight cunt. My c**k twitched in anticipation to be inside her. Her breath cut, and I gently kissed the corner of her lips. “Beautiful.”

He looked up slowly, letting his storm-gray eyes drag over my body like a physical caress. “Lock the door,” he said quietly and my fingers trembled with excitement as I turned the lock. Adrian stood and rounded the desk, stopping just inches away. The scent of black coffee and warm male skin filled my senses. “You look sexy” he drawed with his gaze lingering on the swell of my breasts and the hem of my short skirt. “Good girl.” Good girl Aughhh those two words made my clit throb. He has no idea how those two words messes with my restraint.

No, this was the rush I lived for. I uncrossed my legs slowly, letting my short skirt ride up my thighs a bit as I sat forward, my full breasts pressing against my blouse. My nipples were already hard, rubbing against the lace of my bra. I smiled at him, bold as ever. “Because it’s exactly that, Dr. Black. The character isn’t surrendering out of love. She’s wet for the control, the way he pins her down with words and authority before he even touches her. It’s raw. It’s filthy. And pretending it’s just intellectual is bullshit. Don’t you think?”

He kept one hand on her thigh, spreading her wider, watching intently as his cock disappeared into her soaked folds again and again. “‘…and the… marital artwork collection… valued at… two point three million...’” Her voice cracked into a long, helpless moan as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. Riven didn’t slow down. He fucked her steadily, possessively, his balls slapping against her ass with every deep thrust. His free hand moved between them, rubbing her clit in firm circles. “Look at me while you read,” he ordered, voice rough with lust. “I want to see your face when you say her greedy fucking demands.”

My thoughts were too clouded. “Tell me. Tell me how you feel, Nova.” “I feel…” My breath caught. My pacing heavy. His fingers began to caress the inner part of my thighs, my senses a disoriented mess as they found their way under my gown. I could feel his chuckle on the nape of my neck. “So eager Ms. Pierce.” What? What did that— “Ugh!” His fingers slid into my panties, softly rubbing my sweet spot as he continued planting kisses on my neck. Lightly sucking, I was sure marks would be left but I didn’t have mental compacity to stop him.

I wanted to heal their old wounds. That night, the hunger inside us came back with a fierce power. They did not even wait to go up to the bedroom. They took my body right there in the big, dark living room on the velvet couch. This time, the lovemaking was much slower and filled with deep emotion. They held me tightly, kissing me like I was the most precious, fragile thing in the entire world. I came many times into the quiet night, whispering Alexander and Damien’s names over and over again into the darkness.

But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand. I have a dangerously high libido and I’m NEVER sexually satisfied. And because of that, every relationship I’ve had seems to end the same way. The first one called me “too intense.” He said I made him feel like he was always trying to keep up with something he couldn’t understand. We lasted two weeks after having a threesome with his crazy elder brothers. Even then, it felt like I’d just started. They didn’t satisfy me at all—sexually or otherwise. I barely even came.

I set down the empty glass and rise from the chair, and I walk back toward the bedroom, drawn by the pull of her presence, the magnetic force that I feel even now, even in sleep, and when I open the door and see her curled on the bed, the sheets tangled around her legs, her hair spread across the pillow like a dark halo, her lips parted slightly, her breath warm and even, I feel something shift inside me, something that I have not felt in a very long time, something that might be called tenderness, if tenderness could exist in the same body as the predator that lives in my chest, and I cross to the bed, crawling in beside her, pulling her against me, and she stirs, murmuring something in her

Sloane reached up, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him down, her mouth crashing against his in a kiss that tasted like a war. It wasn't romantic; it was a collision of two people who wanted to consume each other. Julian groaned into her mouth, his tongue invading her space with a dominance that mirrored his business tactics. He wanted every part of her, and he wanted it now. His hands slid down her body, gripping her hips and hoisting her up onto the desk, scattering the remaining papers like confetti. He didn't waste time with gentleness, his fingers diving under her skirt and finding her already soaking wet.