Steamy Literature Novels & Stories

He continued kissing my neck while teasing my breasts until I was breathing faster and squirming in his lap. Liam, I whispered, my voice trembling with need. He slid one hand between my legs and gently stroked my slick folds. I gasped at the contact. His fingers were warm and confident as they explored me, spreading my wetness and circling my sensitive clit with slow, delicious movements. Does that feel good? he asked, his breath warm against my ear. Yes, I moaned softly. It feels really good. He continued the slow teasing, rubbing my clit in perfect circles while occasionally dipping a finger just inside my entrance. My hips began moving on their own, seeking more pressure. The pleasure bui

This book is part of a series called The Forbidden Series. Book 1: His Forbidden Goddaughter (Complete) Book 2: Her Forbidden Desire *** Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. This book specifically will have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, drugs, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This is a mafia book, so without the violence, drugs, and alcohol, it wouldn’t really be a mafia book. LOL. I will try to have trigger warnings as much as possible, but sometimes

Book 2 Steam & Sin Jordan Pov The air in the private Elysium sauna was thick, heavy, and scorching. Steam rolled around me like a living thing as I sat on the top wooden bench, my towel barely draped over my lap. Sweat poured down my muscular chest, abs, and thighs. My heart was already racing, and it wasn’t just from the heat.

Steven murmured, his lips brushing over my pussy. “I fucking love it,” I gasped, biting my lip. Steven went down on me, devouring my pussy like a man starved for it. He sucked my clit into his mouth, humming, the vibration shooting straight to my core. He licked and probed, spreading my pussy folds and lapping up every drop of wetness. “Your pussy is so fucking delicious,” Steven murmured, his voice vibrating through me.” He pressed one thick finger into my pussy, slowly sliding it in and out, curling it just right to hit all the right spots.

THEMES: Lust and Luxury, Elite modelling agency, Luxury setting, Group submission, Harem play, Orgy, Self- touch- denial, Consensual corruption, Degradation of Glamour, Ownership and Possession. KINKS: Power imbalance, Age Gap, Collar restraint, Leashes, Food play, Older male, Top Models, Dirty Talks, Forced Orgasms, Creampie Fetish, Cum Bath. The first thing I notice when I walk in, is the mirror on the... mmmm... UP.

They're about exploring the depths of emotion, the complexities of desires, and the power of attraction. In each tale, you'll find characters who struggle with their desires, wrestle with their fears, and ultimately surrender to the irresistible pull of love and passion. It's my hope that as you read, you'll not only be swept away by the steamy scenes but also find moments of reflection and connection. So, dear reader, I invite you to immerse yourself fully in these stories. Let yourself be carried away by the romance, the passion, and the longing. And remember, beneath the fiery heat of desire, there beats a heart that craves love, understanding, and connection.

I stared up at the ceiling once again, blinded by the lights that had been so blacked out by these men all night, and once again it became dark almost like an eclipse as each man moved towards me with their pulsating cock in their hand. I watched as each man furiously pumped and stroked their cocks; we were both eager for the inevitable spray of cum that was about to rain down upon me. Finally, as if in complete sync, they all shot their hot, sticky, white sperm all over my naked body. I opened my mouth as the endless stream of cum shot onto my body.

Coming inside her over and over until it drips down her thighs. The entries became a torrent of obsession. Victor describing how he’d stroke himself in her old bedroom, rubbing his cock against her pillow. Fantasies of tying her wrists to the bedposts, edging her for hours until she sobbed for release. Detailed plans for every room: the library, the wine cellar, even the attic where he’d take her roughly against the rafters. Elena’s fingers moved faster, dipping inside her soaked entrance, curling to hit that sensitive spot. Her other hand squeezed her breast, pinching the nipple hard the way she imagined Victor would. The journal shook in her lap as pleasure coiled tighter.

Heat flooded through her body in relentless waves, bringing with it a confusion that made her stomach churn with self-loathing. Her eyes traveled lower despite every moral fiber in her body screaming at her to look away. The steam created a hazy barrier across the glass, but it was not enough to completely obscure the lean lines of his hips or the powerful muscles of his thighs. Her breath caught in her throat. She knew with crystal clarity that she should turn around and walk away before her knees gave out completely. But her treacherous mind had other plans, conjuring images that made her face burn with shame and something else she refused to name.