Spicy Gothic Romance Books Novels & Stories

George growled in her ear and let his hot breath brush over Ana’s exposed throat. He could hear her blood thrumming in her throat so close and yet so far. He wanted a taste of it as desperately as he wanted to sink into the hidden depths between her thighs. “I want to claim what’s mine so badly, princess. I want to hear you scream my name when ecstasy cascades over you and I give you everything I have. At that point, I’ll let my fangs sink into your slender throat and taste the rush of your succulent life’s blood as I get my first taste of it. Do you see how easy it would be? How perfect it feels? That need you’re feeling is fate calling to us and demanding we fulfil our part of it.” As his

"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.

CONTENT: Big cock, passionate sucking, pussy rubbing, jerking off. CHAPTER 1 Sophia, an exhibitionist, enjoyed showing off her body, and this gave her so much excitement. This lifestyle had earned her lots of admirers. Her husband also liked the idea and encouraged her to do whatever her admirers asked her to do. It excited him to see her being led by vicious dominators. Sophia especially liked to submit to Derick, a guy she met on a dating/flirting website.

‎ ‎"You're going to make me c*m all over your c**k Johnny. I'm going to make a mess all over your c**k if you keep moaning like that, Johnny" ‎ ‎"Go ahead. Do it baby. C*m for me. F*****g c*m for me, Charlotte" he responded and then proceeded to thrust harder and deeper tilting me closer and closer and closer to the edge of my release. He was going faster and I could almost swear I felt that damn piercing touch my cervix! I felt electric strikes and shocks going to and fro my brain and p***y in tandem. ‎ ‎"F**k!! You feel so good, baby. You're clenching that pretty p***y so f*****g well, baby"

Thick spit spilled from the corners of my mouth and ran down my neck as I choked around him. He kept pushing deeper until my nose pressed flush against his stomach. I couldn’t breathe. My hands clutched at his thighs but he held me there, grinding and rolling his hips so his cock stayed buried deep in my throat. The thick length pulsed against the tight walls as he groaned loudly above me. “Ahh…yes…” His voice was rough, almost strained. He kept me locked in place, nose against him, cock rolling deep in my throat while I gagged and struggled for air, spit pouring down my chin.

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

He asked me, propping himself up on his hand. “Yeah, much better,” I whispered, not wanting to break this moment between us. Placing another of those soft kisses he sat up and said, “I’m going to change.” . . A Gupta . Have you checked out my other books? If you're new, do check out my books. They all are completed and are dark romance with twisted heroes that will make you hate them but by the end of the book you'll fall for them still!! You can start with, Bride To Be and Saved By The Devil.

"That, Adam's words prove to be a curse for me until now." Yara clenched her fists that were under the table. She remembers the words of Adam, her first love and first ex boyfriend in high school when they broke up. "I swear you won't be able to date forever. Anyway, you won't be able to get married until you can see me on the aisle."

I looked into his ice blue eyes and said, “please.” With that, Damen brought his lips closer to mine, feathered my lips lightly with his, and then pressed them firmly against mine. His kiss is pure magic! Electricity funneled from him into me while my arousal started to heighten. “Gross! PG only please,” Dante protested from the kitchen. We released our kiss. As I fell back into the chair feeling slightly euphoric, Damen smiled and went back to his seat. My focus was brought back to the room, the table, the amazing smells of bacon coming from the kitchen, as Damen’s phone rang and broke me out of my spell. Damen answered the call as Jace grabbed my favorite Paris mug to refill the coffee.