Novel & Cerita Steamy Romance Novels 2020 Excerpts

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

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I exhaled, my knees buckling, palms scraping the tree as I sagged against it. Behind the woven branches, I noticed a rusted iron handle set into the trunk. It was half-hidden, so I pushed my fingers to tug it. The disguised drawer slid open with a reluctant groan. Inside there was a single leather-bound journal, It’s edges soft, and its pages filled with ink. On the cover now mostly flaked away: Lyra. I glanced toward the distant laughter of guests, then opened the book. The first sentence took me back: “Viktor used my body like it was made for fucking and lashes, and I thanked him for every scar.”

I swallowed greedily, moaning around his thickness. We collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked mess around 4 AM. My body ached deliciously, pussy throbbing and full of his seed. Ethan pulled me against his chest, hand lazily stroking my ass. “Matilda... that was insane,” he murmured. I kissed his chest, already feeling the stirrings of more desire. He chuckled darkly, hand sliding between my legs again. “I’m nowhere near finished with this pussy.”

“This is crazy. But… yeah. I want it.” Damien grinned that wicked dominant smile I knew so well. “Good girl. On your knees.” I slid off the bed, kneeling between them. They both freed their cocks—Damien’s familiar, thick and veined; Cas’s longer, with a slight upward curve that made my mouth water. “Look at her,” Damien said, stroking himself. “Our greedy little slut.” I took Damien into my mouth first, sucking deep like I’d done so many times. He groaned, hand in my hair.

“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.

“Soaked. My pussy’s been aching for days. And after what I saw tonight… I need it rough.” We moved to a dark corner booth, away from prying eyes. The moment we sat down, his mouth was on mine….hungry, demanding. His tongue invaded my mouth as his big hand gripped my waist, pulling me against him. I moaned into the kiss, straddling his thigh and grinding my dripping core against the hard muscle there. The friction against my clit made me whimper. “Fuck, you’re burning up,” he growled against my lips. His hand slid under my dress, fingers brushing my soaked lace panties. “No wonder you’re desperate. You’re drenched.”

he growled possessively, his hands roaming over her body, mapping out every curve and dip. Rosemary moaned, arching into his touch. “Yes, I’m yours. Your slut, your whore. Do whatever you want with me, baby boy.” Tails’ eyes gleamed with dark promise as he reached for the champagne bottle on the bedside table. He popped the cork and poured the bubbly liquid over her body, watching it cascade down her skin. “Drink up, slut,” he commanded, lapping at the champagne pooled in her navel. “You’re going to need your strength for what I have planned.”

“The weather's supposed to be nice.” “I don't know,” Ocean said, leaning back against Jonas' chest. “I'm pretty comfortable right here.” She wiggled and Jonas' jaw tightened. Ocean reached for another piece of pancake, chewed as her hand drifted down to rest on his. She laced her fingers through his and squeezed. Jonas bit the inside of his cheek, but he didn't pull away because he didn't want to. “We can all stay indoors, then. I have two romance books I got from the store,” May said before she focused on her newspaper. “Remind me to give you one, okay?”