Steamy Romance Novels 2020 Excerpts Novels & Stories

Hot water cascaded over us, steam rising quickly around our bodies. The kiss deepened, growing more intense. I felt so small beneath him, his larger frame crowding me against the tiles as water sluiced down our skin. Every brush of his tongue sent sparks racing through me. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine, eyes dark with lust. “Let me clean you up,” he whispered hotly against my ear, lips grazing the sensitive shell, “so you can ride me.” My cheeks and ears burned fiercely. I could only nod, body already responding to the promise in his words.

Axel let out a low groan, his fingers threading lightly through her curls, but his eyes stayed locked on me the entire time. I stood frozen, robe clutched tight, unable to tear my eyes away. Every slow slide of her mouth, the way her cheeks hollowed, the soft moan she made when he hit the back of her throat – it was filthy. And it was turning me on more than I wanted to admit. My clit throbbed in time with her movements. I could feel my own arousal coating my own body respond with shameful eagerness, the black lace panties already soaked and clinging. Zara hummed around his cock in agreement, the vibration making Axel’s hips twitch. She worked him faster, one hand stroking what her mouth cou

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."

Content Warning: The explicit scenes between Camille and Dante can be too dark-themed for some readers. *The events start on the same day as 'The Arranged Mate - Part 1' but with a parallel, standalone storyline. *****###***** "Squeeze!" Alpha Callum's deep, commanding voice made Camille sick to her stomach. "Eyes up. Chest up. Squeeze harder."

“You’ll tear her apart, you fools!” “She’s not made of glass,” Rafael growled. His eyes fell on my pussy as Damien notched a finger against the clothes, throbbing cunt, and I saw the stars. “She’s made to be filled.” My breath hitched, and my body arched when Lucien’s mouth closed over my nipple, sucking hard, tongue swirling over my buds. His touch burned every inch of my skin and made me moan. “Look at her,” Damien groaned after he pushed my panties aside, looking fascinated. “Her body wants this. Wants all of us.”

"Welcome to the exclusive Calder Kink Auction! First lot up: Professor Calder's fingers. Long, skilled, perfect for fucking. Starting bid: one finger-fuck orgasm. Do I hear two? Two from the lady in the front… me! Going once, going twice sold to Ava for two orgasms!" He burst out laughing, shoulders shaking under me. "You're ridiculous. What now?" "Now I collect." I grabbed his right hand wrists still tied but fingers free enough and brought his index and middle to my mouth, sucking them slowly like they were his cock, tongue swirling around the tips, hollowing my cheeks. He groaned instantly, hips jerking up. "Fuck… wet already… suck harder… "

I must know what this connection is. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I felt hands on my chest. Not just any hands, but hands that sent waves of pleasure, electricity, and warmth through my body. I often joked that the only way I would find my mate is if they collided into me and tonight that joke shines so bittersweet on me. Standing in front of me are the beautiful mahogany speckled-brown eyes of my mate. It is her! The woman whose boyfriend was snatched away by that man-eater Chelsea. What an interesting turn of fate, I thought to myself as I slowly took in every inch of this goddess before me. My god, she is gorgeous! As I stare into her mysterious and hypnotic eyes, I feel my mind

he says and I shake my head, refusing his threats. “Or…” he says and takes his hands completely off of me. He opens the book and flip through slowly, his fingers teasing the edge of the white pages the way I wish he would tease my hard nipples. I press my legs together, looking for a way to keep down my lust and the crazy thoughts as a drop of juice slides out of my pussy lips into the lady panties I have on. “Or…” he says again and runs his finger down the page of my last writing. Tomorrow morning is Christmas morning.

His hands roamed your body, mapping every curve, committing every detail to memory. *Suddenly impatient, he spun you around, pressing your front against the cold wall of the locker room. His lips trailed down the column of your neck, teeth scraping lightly over your pulse point.* "Mine," *he growled against your skin, his hands sliding under your shirt, caressing the smooth expanse of your stomach.* "Say it. Say you're mine." *A gasp escapes your lips as Mr. Dante pins you against the wall, his strong hands exploring your body with bold confidence. Every touch leaves trails of fire in its wake, igniting sensations you've never known before.*

* My mind floods with filthy images of Damien above me in bed, growling low in my ear as he pounds into me, his dick swelling, teeth grazing my neck, claiming me as his Omega while I scream his name and beg for mercy. I’m so turned on I can barely stand. My thighs are slippery. My clit is throbbing. I’m seconds away from excusing myself to the bathroom just so I can rub one out. Mia grins and grabs my arm. “Come on, let’s get you a drink before you melt. You look like you need one.” As she pulls me toward the bar, I feel Damien’s heavy gaze on my body fighting for control. This cruise hasn’t even properly started yet, and I’m already drowning in lust.