Steamy Book Excerpts Novels & Stories

The sensation was luxurious and unhurried, like warm honey spreading through my veins, waking every nerve ending in my core. Isaac. He had spread my legs wide apart, his broad, muscular shoulders settled comfortably between my thighs as he devoured me with focused, almost worshipful intensity. His tongue moved expertly, exploring every inch of my wetness with long, firm strokes. The rough stubble on his jaw scratched deliciously against my sensitive inner thighs, sending electric shivers racing up my spine and making my toes curl tightly. I could feel his hot breath fanning across my core, the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth working me filling the quiet room between distant thunderclaps.

A knock sounds on the door, and, with my mind in a haze, I can’t react fast enough before Steven enters and sees me holding this book. A bit of red rises in his cheeks. “We should… uh… probably talk,” he says as he comes closer. He glances down at the book. I don’t know what he sees. I’m still open to the page of the nerdy guy and the heroine’s mutual pleasure after edging for such a long time. His blush deepens. “Is that… the pleasurable torture chapter?” I have no idea how he knows that, but I nod all the same. “Beau told me to read that chapter… He said I might learn a few things…”

My tongue dragged through her wet folds in one long, slow lick, savoring her taste. Isabella cried out, hips bucking up. I licked her again and again, broad strokes from entrance to clit, then circled the swollen little nub before sucking it gently into my mouth. Two thick fingers pushed inside her tight, velvety heat, curling to stroke that spongy spot I knew drove her wild.

Chapter 9 Cassiel kneels between my spread legs, his cold fingers wrapping around my hips to position me just right. I can feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my untouched entrance, the threat of it making me tremble. But i feel something strange. A strange heat blooms in my chest, spreading through my veins like wildfire. My vision swims, the edges blurring not with tears but with a dizzying rush of pure, terrifying lust. My skin flushes, beads of sweat forming on my brow as my pulse starts roaring in my ears. Every nerve ending comes alive, hypersensitive and screaming for more. The pain from Evren's assault melts away, replaced by an insatiable hunger that makes no sense.

*Some books remember what they read. Her fingers brushed the cover anyway. It was warm. The moment she lifted the heavy lid, the grimoire exhaled, a long, slow breath of warm air that smelled of aged ink, sweet myrrh, and something unmistakably carnal. Golden runes flickered to life across the first page, writing and rewriting themselves in elegant, hypnotic spirals. Rowan’s breath caught. She should close it. She should chain it again and leave. Instead, she leaned closer.

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.

My ass cheeks felt hot, a result of his hands tightly gripping them to drive himself deeper into me. My head was buried in his shoulder, fingernails running lines down the skin on his back, leaving red trail marks. I was trembling with undiluted lust, my pussy getting more sensitive with every thrust. And when Clint pulled out slowly before reentering me, it felt like I might explode from the slow building-up of pleasure.

He opened the door, eyes wide, shirt unbuttoned, revealing his chest’s hard lines. She pressed her body against his, lips crashing into his with desperate need, tasting rain and salt, hands clutching his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin. Hayes lifted her up, as he carried her to his room. They stumbled to his bed, room warm, smelling of rain and musk, wet clothes shed in a heap, fabric hitting wood softly. Their hands moved slowly, tracing every curve, every scar, fingers exploring with no rush, air thick with their bodies. His hand brushed her pussy, soft, sliding through her wetness, gentle but electric. Her moan was low, “Ohhh,” voice trembling, eyes stinging with tears.

I set the glass down hard. Something was wrong. But by then it was too late. A strange heat started to spread swiftly through my body via my blood vessels. The warmth climbed down from my chest and deep down into my gut. My pulse increased. "Well, well." I glanced to the side and saw that it was the eerie stranger from before. His smirk was too wide. “You look tense,” he murmured as he began to brush himself against me. A hot flash hit me when I tried to move. "Stay still," he leaned in close to whisper as one of his hands slid onto my thigh.

The veins bulged like ropes ready to claim every inch of her innocence. I crawled onto the bed like a predator. My knees sank into the mattress between her quivering thighs. The heat radiating from her core hit me like a drug. She whimpered, but I snatched the vibrator from her clenching pussy with a loud pop. Her walls fluttered emptily. A gush of her creamy arousal spilled out onto my fingers. I tossed the worthless toy aside and crushed my mouth to hers in a bruising kiss. My tongue fucked her wet heat like a preview of what was coming. I tasted her cherry gloss mixed with the salty tang of her need. She moaned into me. Nails raked my back. Legs wrapped around my waist to grind her soaked