Steamy Book Excerpts Novels & Stories

Surprisingly, it wasn't only a book but a novel about the relationship between a married man and his maid. With a smile on her face, she opened the book and the first line was already driving her crazy. She pushed her legs apart, her hand making way to her cunt. She closed her eyes, imagining Styx's hand on her body, tracing it down to the entrance of her cunt. She imagined him, pushing his fingers deep into her cunt, caressing her br****... "Styx..."

The intoxicating scent of your arousal flooded his senses, making his head swim with lust. *I lifted my hips obediently as Alec tore away my soaked panties, cool air kissing my exposed flesh. A needy whimper escaped me at the loss of the flimsy barrier, leaving me bare and vulnerable to his heated gaze. I could feel the evidence of my desire trickling down my inner thighs, a testament to how badly I wanted him.*

“You gonna keep teasing or actually show me the full manuscript so I can do my job?” Damien smirked and got up, grabbing his laptop from the desk. He set it on the coffee table in front of us and opened it, pulling up the document. We leaned in together, shoulders touching, his scent wrapping around me as we scrolled through the pages. His writing was filthy, detailed scenes of strong hands gripping hips hard enough to bruise, tongues licking sweat from abs, thick cocks sliding raw and deep while the bottom begged for more, cum dripping down thighs. Reading it with him this close had my dick throbbing, leaking a little into my jeans.

EASTON March 2024—Oakdale City "Don’t look away from me.” A deep grunt left his parted lips as he thrusted his monster cock into my tired hole, fucking me with so much hate. "I want to see the look in your eyes as I take you apart, destroying you from inside out." I licked my lips, and a single tear broke free from my eyes. It felt as if I was going to die as Ilay keep pounding me with so much force, hitting the same spot over and over again.

I exhaled, my knees buckling, palms scraping the tree as I sagged against it. Behind the woven branches, I noticed a rusted iron handle set into the trunk. It was half-hidden, so I pushed my fingers to tug it. The disguised drawer slid open with a reluctant groan. Inside there was a single leather-bound journal, It’s edges soft, and its pages filled with ink. On the cover now mostly flaked away: Lyra. I glanced toward the distant laughter of guests, then opened the book. The first sentence took me back: “Viktor used my body like it was made for fucking and lashes, and I thanked him for every scar.”

" I swallowed in anticipation already, “Distractions, huh?" "Unless you are not hungry." "I'm starving." I licked my lips, not hungry for just food anymore. My breath came out shaky because his hands were already sliding up my stomach, his thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts through the thin tank top I had thrown on. "You know what I am craving?" he murmured. "Tell me." "Something sweet." I let out a breathy laugh. "And here I thought you wanted breakfast." "I do." His hands slid down, gripping my hips and pulling me to the edge of the chair. "But I want to taste it on you."

------------------------------------------ TRIGGER WARNING This book contains scenes of torture, raw erotic content, and SUBTLE references to pedophilia (Chapter 1). This is not your typical romance novel. It dives deep into themes of WAR, LUST, DARK OBSESSIONS, EXPLICIT S3X SCENES AND GRUESOME MURDERS. This book is slow paced. It is a slow burn. If you’re here solely for the steamy scenes, then you're gonna have to wait till chapter 25.

I flipped through the book, not giving myself any spoilers, just to see if he had done the same thing elsewhere. He had. In fact, it seemed that every steamy scene in the second book was marked up. “That fucking dirty playboy,” I growled, slamming the book shut and tossing it aside. It fell to the floor with a dull thud, the green dragon on the cover staring up at me. Mocking me. Well, that was spoiled for me. All I could picture now was Nicholas reading the sex scenes, studying them like a history exam, and then… repeating them. With other women.

I flipped back, carefully examining the pages until I got back to the page that was titled: Xavier. ‘He looks so hot.’ I slipped my fingers in between the pages and closed the book; did I just hallucinate that? I opened it again, confirming it. ‘I want him to touch me, to fondle me in places no one has ever seen.’ A small groan escaped me when I felt blood rush into a certain part of my body. ‘His fingers tweak my nipples, and his tongue in my mouth.’ I snapped the book shut, because right now, my head are filled so many indecent thoughts, and I could visualize doing all these things to her.

I rest my chin on my palm as I start reading. I am used to her small favors like asking me if it is okay to read her work. A favor that I truly enjoy, but this is the first time I read a steamy part of her novel. ‘It was just us in the elevator. When the door closed, he pressed me against the wall. His mouth kissed me hungrily. I kissed back, intoxicated with his scent, with his touch. As he pinned me against the wall, I could feel his erection pressed against me.’