Steamy Romance Novel Excerpts Novels & Stories

His tongue rasped a long velvet caress over the stinging little nips. Deep inside, her temperature shot straight to a raging inferno. He fondled his fingers over her folds and she shuddered. He smiled at her, another wicked smirk that sent her heart ascending into her throat. She couldn’t take her eyes from his face. The passion engraved there, the love blazing in his eyes. He unhurriedly sank his finger into her tight, wet channel, and she cried out, her heart giving another surprising lurch as his eyes blurred and flashed.

He said this while rubbing his palm hard against his erection She clicked her lips and couldn't help but grab his erection in her hand at the moment—she felt a jerk. His erection was warm enough to make her palms burn. She sighed while staring at his erection. The night had just begun—ready to read the steamy romance. To Be Continued

“Brayden, try to keep her calm for a moment. I’ll get Dilan. We need all three of us for this.” He left the room, the door clicking shut behind him. The second he was gone, I attacked Brayden’s mouth. I kissed him hard, biting at his lower lip until I drew blood. The moment the rich, smoky taste of his demonic blood hit my tongue, something shifted inside me. The sickening nausea from the forced blood earlier vanished completely, burned away like mist in sunlight. But the heat in my pussy only flared hotter, wilder. Brayden pulled back slightly, staring at me with wide, lust-filled eyes. “Your eyes… they’re red. Fucking beautiful. You look like you want to devour me.”

They succumbed to the fire between them, losing themselves in the fog of desire. Julian lowered her onto the bed, his lips trailing from hers down to her neck. His kisses were relentless, leaving a burning trail of want in their wake. A loud moan escaped her lips when he found that sensitive spot just below her ear; his tongue teased it, igniting a fresh wave of pleasure that rolled through her.

“We should not be doing this.” “Tell me to stop then,” I growled, sucking on her neck. She did not tell me to stop. Instead, she took my hand and guided it down the front of her tiny shorts. My fingers found her completely bare. Soaked. Burning hot. “Fuck,” I groaned. “You are dripping for me.” Isabella whimpered as my fingers slid through her slick folds. “I have been wet since yesterday. Since the moment I hugged you.” I pushed two fingers inside her without warning. She was incredibly tight. Scorching hot. Her walls clenched around my fingers like velvet heat.

she said quietly. “I will learn what I must,” I answered. Then, because the world still turned while men argued over thrones, I leaned down and kissed Damien, a fierce, precise thing that wasn’t about wanting so much as an oath. It tasted like rain and iron and the small mercy of human warmth. He kissed me back, clumsy and devastating, like a man who’d never been allowed to do something purely for himself. It was not erotic in a way a reader might expect on a bed; it was intimate and alive, a contract in muscle and breath.

Their kiss was deep and urgent, tongues dancing as the steam enveloped them. Victor's hands explored her, one sliding down to part her thighs, fingers delving into her slick heat. "Always so ready for me," he growled, circling her clit with expert precision. Elena moaned, her hips rocking against his hand, the water sloshing with her movements. He inserted two fingers, then three, fucking her slowly while his mouth latched onto her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark she'd have to hide from Marcus. "Cum for me, Elena. Let me feel you tighten."

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.

“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.

"So, how about you join me for a story? This one's got some... interesting parts." The Beast raised an eyebrow, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. "Interesting how?" He leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. Belle had a way of drawing him out, making him feel less like a beast and more like a man. She flipped to a chapter she'd bookmarked, one that described a couple lost in the throes of intense attraction. The words on the page painted vivid pictures: lovers entwined in a moonlit room, their breaths mingling, hands exploring with eager tenderness. It was steamy, full of building heat and whispered promises, but far from anything harmful just pure, electric chemistry.