Steamiest Romance Novels Excerpts Novels & Stories

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

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His warm mouth engulfs the head, and he takes me down inch by inch until the whole thing is buried inside him. We work our mouths in tandem, our tongues gliding over each other, our moans muffled by the hard cocks between our lips. We lick and slurp and suck like there’s no tomorrow, the wet sounds echoing through the steamy room. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and we slide against each other like two giant, slippery eels. I leak a constant stream of precum, which Diesel eagerly swallows. His Adam’s apple works overtime, and his stubbled chin glistens with my fluids. He must be loving the taste, judging by the way his cock is throbbing in my mouth.

Her breast pressed to his chest, one hand held her by the waist while the other squeezed her a*s as they french kissed. Regardless of what I was seeing, I continued to turn the pages, it was hard not to. And there were even more breath-taking sensual images as I went on. My breathing changed. I felt it—low and steady—that slow bloom of heat building in my stomach. My thighs pressed together instinctively, and my grip on the glossy pages tightened.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

Fired up, she continued. Her hands worked my balls gently while her tongue swirled around my tip. Again, her throat opened up to give me a deep throat. My breath was heavy, my grip on her tightened, then…..I felt it. With a whimper, I felt myself explode in climax, jerking everything into her mouth. Fuck! That was good. Kassie scrambled to her feet and began her flash exit. “I love you, baby.” Again, I perfectly understood why I had said it before. No one gives better head than that little pretty thing.

He kept stroking through it, milking every last drop out until his hand slowed and his breathing hitched into these shaky, uneven exhales. He didn’t give me time to think. His other hand fisted in my hair again, firm but not mean, tilting my head back so I had to look up at him. “Open,” he said, voice low and wrecked, eyes dark and locked on mine. I opened my mouth without arguing, lips parted, tongue flat, still tasting him on every breath. He brought the glass right to my lips, tilting it slow at first so I could feel the warmth of the mixture sliding over my tongue sweet milk, salty cum, all of it blended together in this filthy, warm rush.

"Girls! I want your steamiest, slutiest fantasies. Every single one of them. Karen, you go first." Karen was eager, voice husky. "I would give anything to be tied up in a room filled with strange men. Naked by the way. Each of them taking turns on all my holes until I can't take anymore." She bit her lips, pressing her legs together to ease the ache in her snatch.

she gasped, startled by my sudden touch. "Celeste, roll onto your hands and knees," I whispered, locking eyes with her. I kissed her again, tasting her and feeling our fluids mingle. I kept my fingers inside her as she turned, continuing to fúck her while running my other hand over her soft, round ass. She began rocking back into me, and I slid a third finger in, feeling her orgasm spill onto my hand, her ass pressing back into me. I kissed the small of her back as she trembled, my fingers buried deep.

Lisa wasn't worth it and Rosa wasn't going to let Lisa inside her head. "I make him feel things that you can only dream of," she said. "Men don't just want me for my body, you know. I let him do dark things to me and he enjoys it. You can't make him happy, Rosa. You are far too vanilla and plain. You couldn't take the types of dark fantasies that Axel has. I can." She turned and showed rosa a long white scar that ran down the length of her back. It marred the perfect golden tan she had and rosa mouth dropped open in surprise.