Sexy Romance Books の小説・ストーリー

Why is he damn acting like a pervert when she was being serious? "Just answer my question and stop provoking me," "No, I didn't of course," he replied still with a smirk on his lips. She made a sigh of relief. At least this idiot didn't spill anyone's blood. "Butt..." He threw her to the bed, then lied on her. "What the hell are you doing?" "You are so sexy right now, too sexy. How could you seduce me using my own shirt and how can your hair be so wet and hot?" Her eyes widened in his comment.

He grabbed her, pulled her up, placed her back on the desk, and crashed his mouth onto hers, tasting himself on her tongue. “You know, Valeria,” he murmured against her lips, “you’re so fucking good. Even better than your cousin-sister.” She smirked, eyes dark with lust. “You loved my pussy?” “Yeah,” he groaned, kissing her hard. “It felt sooo fucking good. I fucking love you.” Valeria moaned, her fingers tangling in Raymond’s hair as she kissed him back, deeply and hungry. “You’re mine now… I'd have you anytime I want,” he said, pulling away from her, breathless. “You knew that the moment you spread your legs.”

He just shut the door behind him and began gesturing into the room, his eyes dragging across every inch of her body. Isadora’s body quivered from within, the look in his eyes stirring up something rough and dangerous within her. But she shut it out. Because… she couldn’t be dripping or desiring him again, like he and his brother didn’t fucking ruin her body like she was theirs to greedily ravish. “So, you are into stuff like this?” Damian asked, raising the book that she was reading. It was a dark romance, and the title was enough introduction about what the book contained.

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.

His friend had almost coal-dark hair, and was deliciously muscled. Jeanie glanced down as she loaded the last washer, and let out a nearly silent sigh of relief. She could feel her nipples stiffening against her bra, and she was concerned that they might be visible through her top. Jeanie sat down and put her nose in the book that she’d brought with her, but knew from the moment that she opened it that it was a bad idea. The racy romance novel was the last thing that was going to distract her from the surge of arousal that had come over her. The bookmark sat right at the beginning of a heated coupling between the characters in the book.

Richard stepped close—so close I could feel the heat radiating off him. “You’re not a girl, Amelia,” he murmured, brushing a lock of hair from my face. “But you’re not ready to play with fire.” “Then teach me,” I whispered. The look in his eyes changed. Darkened. His hand moved to the back of my neck, and he kissed me—slow, controlled, until I gasped against his mouth and melted into him. There was nothing gentle after that. He spun me, pressing my chest against the bookshelf as his body caged mine. His mouth dragged along the curve of my neck. His hand slipped under the silk, cupping my breast, squeezing hard enough to make me cry out.

The tension in his body coiled tight, and then he buried himself deep, growling her name as he spilled hot inside her. For a moment, only the ocean moved. Their bodies tangled, breaths ragged, the night swallowing everything else. Emma’s chest rose and fell, her dress bunched around her waist, sand sticking to her skin. Liam braced himself above her, lips brushing hers softer now, as though reminding her he wasn’t all teeth and dominance. “Still think beach sex is a cliché?” he murmured, voice lazy with satisfaction. Emma let out a broken laugh, tucking her face against his shoulder. “If it is… it’s my favorite one.”

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E

he whispered, his voice a seductive blend of authority and lust. I bit my lips. "I don't throw around suggestions lightly, Daddy." . As the water cascaded over us, the room filled with the heady scent of steam and desire. Dax's fingers traced patterns on my skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The sensation sent delicious shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but arch into his touch. We kissed, our breaths mingling with the rhythmic noise of the shower. Lost in the dance of passion, I moaned wantonly, my hands exploring his inked body as his hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve and slit, making me all wet.

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