Steamiest Romance Books Novels & Stories

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

FUCKING MY STEPSISTER My stepsister has always been calm and looks like a nerd, but the truth is I love her that way. And when I say I love her, it’s not just family love—it’s the forbidden kind that keeps me up at night. Because she’s damn hot and sexy in that quiet, unsuspecting way.

Until a few weeks ago: ~ The house is empty. Music slips into the silence, low and steady. I sway my hips in rhythm, not bothering with the clothes my mother would approve of. Today, I let myself exist. I’m in just my bra and panties, nothing more. My hair is tied back with a ribbon instead of being hidden beneath fabric. I’ve been keeping a secret collection of romance songs and steamy novels, tucked away under my bed. I lend them out when the pile gets too large, trading them for new ones from old classmates.

So good. It got even better when I felt his hand grasp my left tit, his grip firm, squeezing my soft flesh and pinching my nipple between his knuckles. I was in paradise, my left hand filled with Steve's cock, and my right stroking the stranger beside me. As I'm enjoying all these new sensations, Steve was whispering into my ear the most dirty things...

At Ava’s bra which barely contained her massive tits, Liam’s undone jeans, Ethan’s bare chest and heavy briefs. “It’s my deepest, dirtiest fantasy. I want…I want in.” Liam’s eyes darkened. He sat up, easing Ava off his lap with gentle hands. He crossed the room in two strides, stopping close enough that I smelled cedar and heat. His thumb bruId a melting snowflake from my jaw. “Then let tonight be the story you keep for yourself,” he said. “No readers. Just us.” Ava was already moving, bare feet silent. I stopped behind me, fingers tugging the hem of my sweater. “Arms up.”

The library’s floor is polished, and it has a granite fireplace and a comfortable, well-worn sitting arrangement. I heave a sigh, relieved that Ms. Lennie isn’t around to reprimand me. I’ve always loved reading and collecting romance books at home, so seeing these shelves just makes my heart soar. I start my journey inside, searching for cookbooks. Instead, I stumble upon a book placed in a glass cage in the middle of the classics section. I lean forward, touching the glass as I try to read the title. It’s Macbeth and Hamlet by William Shakespeare. The air instantly abandons my lungs when I catch sight of the leather-bound cover. It’s very old but still stunning.

“What’s wrong?” “Why didn’t you come find me? I was waiting for you.” “I’m sorry, Rose. I’m sorry.” “I was waiting for you.” I woke up drenched in sweat, my heart beating fiercely against my rib cage. My arms and legs were tangled and twisted around the bedsheets, a result of the wet dream I’d just had. Oh God! That was crazy. Why did I dream of Lorenzo as my lover? And on top of that, we kissed and had sex.

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

She tugged at the thick hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him into her. Steam curled around them, mixing with the heat that was quickly rising between their bodies. John’s hands roamed freely over her slick, wet skin, exploring the slope of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the softness of her thighs. Grace responded immediately, pressing herself against him, grinding lightly, letting him feel the slick wetness between her legs through the thin film of water. “God, baby, You feel amazing,” he growled into her ear, his voice low and husky. He tilted her chin up, kissing her again, this one softer but filled with desperate need.