Novel & Cerita Steamy Romance Books For Young Adults

Rumpled- Book 1 of The Steamy Fairytale Collection Eighteen years ago, when Rian, the greatest elf lender, was banished for asking for his payment—the young princess promised to him, he sought shelter in an old, dank castle. Filled with hate and resentment, his heart darkened with malice. But when a simple maiden, Ciara, asks for a warm bed and a hot meal, his once dark heart and other unmentionables twitch in desire once he realizes that she is his promised princess. As punishment for the kingdom’s ostracizing, Rian imprisons her, his only drive, to satisfy Ciara beyond her imaginations till she desires him… in return.

He says and I bite my lip. “You’re nervous. Why?” he asks and I sigh rubbing my face, “It wasn’t like this with Stephen..not at the beginning, not at the middle and sure as hell not at the end. And then suddenly Aiden walks in and I’m dry humping him in his car like a fricking bitch in heat, letting him mark me like some sort of property and it’s weird because I was never a fan of hickeys, I got mad at Stephen anytime he gave me one and suddenly I like it when Aiden does it.” I explain and look down examining my toe nails that I had done in tiny black hearts. “Hey, it’s called attraction and passion. While the sex was good with Stephen you probably weren’t attracted to him nor felt any passi

Without hesitation, I leaned down and captured her lips in mine, relishing the softness of them, and the moan that filled my eyes. I was kissing her senseless while flicking my fingers around her clit. Gosh, it was so warm. I wanted more. So I made for it. Without hesitation, I tore her panties from her waist, enjoying the ripping sound that filled the room. She groaned, that sound making straight for my cock. With my teeth biting furiously on my lower lip, I slid my long, manicured middle finger into her pussy. The hot and slippery pathway elicited a satisfactory groan from me.

Goosebumps erupted across my skin as the cool air hit me. "Lyra.." he whispered against my face, his breath warm and heavy with alcohol. He pressed his lips to my neck again, and my back arched off the bed involuntarily. My head pressed back into the mattress as sensations I'd never felt before coursed through me. He trailed kisses up to my face before his lips found mine. The kiss was soft at first, then deeper, making my stomach flip and twist with nervous excitement. I could feel him struggling with his pants, and my breathing became rapid and shallow. I couldn't tell if I was panicking or just incredibly excited.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

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.

My body yearned to take it inside me again, almost pulling me off the couch in a frontal assault of my Step-Father, but I managed to restrain myself, instead distracting myself with concentrating on Brady’s hands, which had not stopped tracing their patterns on my inner thighs and between my legs. Steve came over to the couch and sat just above me before gently lifting me up and shuffling underneath so my head was resting in his lap. From my close up perspective his cock towered above me and I was suddenly unaware of Brady’s hands again. I turned towards him and raised my head towards the tip of his cock, keeping my eyes locked on his, staring at him as I slid his hard dick over my soft lips

But my impression of badboys was about to change. I sat in the library with a pile of history books on the table beside me. I copied something in my notebook while making reference to the bulky textbook open beside me. I dropped my pen down and sighed irritatedly as the sound of hushed moans kept distracting me. “Fuck yeah. I want three fingers now” The girl whispered huskily and I screwed my nose up in disgust. How could people actually pick a library out of all places to make out in? I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library.

Damien’s hands gripped her hips, fingers digging in. “You’re playing with fire,” he warned, voice rough. “I like getting burned,” she breathed, leaning in to trail her lips along his jaw, down his neck. She nipped at his pulse point, then soothed it with her tongue. Damien groaned, his cock twitching beneath her. Raven smiled against his skin and began a slow, sensual lap dance right there on his lap — rolling her hips, grinding down on his hardness, her bare pussy leaving a wet spot on his trousers.

"Asher..." He groaned, hands moving higher, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. "That's it. Just like that. You're so fucking sexy, Isla. I've wanted this since I first saw you with the new hair." He pulled me back into his lap anyway, hands sliding down onto my thighs. I felt the heat pool between my legs as his fingers brushed my bare skin near my clit. "Fuck, you feel good," he murmured while moving his hands straight to my core. I jolted, my toes curling. This was a sin. A delicious sin I shouldn't crave.