Steamy Romance Novels 2020 Excerpts Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 4 Her body quaked and her heart raced as Gabrielle enjoyed her first orgasm with another woman. It was all she had imagined it might be and more. Gabrielle finally caught her breath as Callista rose from the floor and kissed her with all the passion of her just ended orgasm. Both reached out with extended tongues as Gabrielle tasted the fruits of her climax in the Callista's mouth. "Your turn, lover," Callista purred as she broke their embrace. Gabrielle couldn't contain her excitement as she and Callista reversed the positions they had just held. From her position on the floor, the thirty- seven year old pulled off the red lace panties that covered her prize with enthusiasm, exposin

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

Steve lay back, his face wet with saliva and her slick, gasping for breath. “Fuck, your bitch is hot,” Steve muttered, smirking as he tossed Emma’s bra at Rob. “Here’s something for you to play with.” Emma sat up, finishing the last of her prosecco like it was nothing. She stood, wearing only her leather boots and thong, her body gleaming with sweat. Calm, casual, in control. “You ready to sign the contract?” she asked Steve like it was just business. Steve chuckled darkly. “Not yet, slut. Why don’t you come sit on my cock and we’ll talk about it?”

“Fills me so deep I can feel him in my stomach. Look how stretched I am. Look how wet. This is what you get when you call a woman cold in bed. This is what real want looks like.” Roman groaned like he was dying and came again, flooding me a second time, cock pulsing hard and deep. I felt every thick spurt, the heat of it filling me until it leaked out around his shaft in heavy white streams that ran down my ass and onto the sheets, perfectly framed for the camera and every viewer. He pulled out slowly. I stayed open, legs spread wide, and reached down with two fingers to scoop his cum, holding it up to the lens so the light caught it.

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.

Genre: Steamy Dragon Beast Fantasy Romance Characters: Lustre Fleff: 26, an archivist with dragon blood hidden in her lineage, fiercely independent, olive skin with opal-hued eyes. Jammy Dracotar: 31, billionaire dragon-shifter, enigmatic, ruthless in business, darker in bed. Rumored to be part beast, part man entirely untouchable. . . . Lustre Fleff wasn’t supposed to be at the auction. It was private, invitation-only hosted in the belly of a mountain estate that only the rich or unreasonably powerful ever walked through. But she wasn’t just any librarian. She’d inherited more than books from her grandmother’s bloodline. Something old, coiled, and fire-breathing.

I pull my cardigan tighter around me, trying not to look like a woman unraveling on her fourth glass of wine. “I don’t write sex, Chloe. I write romance without all the detailed intimacy, I write about repressed trauma, losing a loved one, mystery, horror even not two people who’ve never met each other dirty talking and moan— oh God.” She takes my wine glass and replaces it with her full one. “Exactly. You’ve built an empire off tragedy. I think your readers are ready to read something based on actual pleasure or erotic tension.” “Ew. Who even reads things like that?”

Pre-cum glistened like mercury in the moonlight. “Open.” She did. He guided himself past her lips, slow at first, letting her adjust to the chill of his flesh, the velvet hardness. Then deeper. Her throat relaxed under that silver stare; she took him to the root, nose brushing coarse dark hair that smelled of old books and iron. “Good girl,” he purred. “Now suck.” She hollowed her cheeks, tongue swirling, hands braced on powerful thighs. He groaned, low, reverent, fingers threading into her hair. Then he tilted her head back, exposing the long column of her throat.

Iris's POV I swallowed, my throat felt raw. The taste of him was still on my tongue, whiskey and something darker, something alpha. My own scent was everywhere, too: sweet, the unmistakable musk of an omega in heat. I was lying against his chest on the study sofa. Rafael's hair was a mess, his lips slightly swollen from kissing me, from biting me. The heat had eased, the sharpest edge of it, anyway, the unbearable burning that had driven me down those stairs

Saturday morning sunlight slanted through the lace curtains of the Carter kitchen, turning the air golden and lazy. Jamie lounged at the breakfast table, nursing a cup of tea, scrolling through his phone without seeing a single word. Uni was a distant hum today—no lectures, no essays, just the endless loop of memories from two days ago: Eleanor’s pale skin flushed pink under his hands, her wetness coating his fingers, the way she’d come undone on the edge of her husband’s desk while he spilled across her breasts.