Steamy Vampire Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Something she could only imagine existed in books and movies. A pair of red eyes and two long fangs that stuck out of the mouth as though they were always meant to be there. Except there was no blood dripping from his mouth as always described in books. Yet, she was still scared senseless at the sight of a living, vampire right in front of her eyes. He moved closer to her again but this time, she was prepared and understood what he was. She lunged on her feet in fright and prepared to flee. But she had barely moved two steps when that figure appeared in front of her again.

Wearing nothing underneath, I stepped forward, taking the offered hand. Sarah drew me in, the water and steam wrapping me in warmth. My lover's face wore a soft, beautiful smile and I let my eyes run over the length of her body. My God, she was beautiful. She pulled me close, and my lips found hers. We pressed together, the length of her legs sliding against mine, my hands running over her wet skin. The sparse hair of her mound tickled against my thigh, and the swell of her hip pressed into my sex. The wetness there was from a completely different source, and I slid easily against her. Our breasts molded together, and Sarah's mouth moved to my neck.

We were predator and prey, locked in a dance that was as old as the moon itself Our bodies moved in a sensual ballet, each touch and caress speaking of the passion that simmered just beneath the surface. Alex's hands slid over my curves, his fingers tracing the lines of my body with a possessive hunger that made me ache for more. I could feel the werewolf in him, the beast that longed to claim me fully, to make me his in every sense of the word.

It infuriates me. "I know what kind of guy you're really into. You like the bad boy type." His lips gently glazed on my neck making chills erupt all over my body. "The dominating ones who know how to make you feel good like that book I just read." His hands latched on to my legs pulling them and forcing them to wrap around his waist. He was now holding me against the wall while slowly sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck. Small moans escaped from my mouth. "I can already tell that Ryan isn't the one who would give you all of that Maya." He started moving towards my bed and dropped me on it. Damon climbed on top of me and settled in between my legs. His lips found mine and a rough hungry

I could feel myself leaking around him, slick mixing with rainwater, dripping down his balls, pooling in the mud below. He buried his face in the crook of my neck again. Fangs found the torn punctures and sank home without hesitation. The dual claim hit like a lightning strike: cock stretching my cunt to the limit, fangs piercing my vein in perfect sync. He sucked hard—deep, greedy pulls that matched the brutal rhythm of his hips. My blood surged into his mouth in warm, rhythmic pulses; his cock throbbed inside me in answer, swelling even thicker with every draw. Fresh venom flooded my system with each suck, softening the edges of the world, turning pain and pleasure into one endless, meltin

I was rambling and my words tripped over each other but he just smirked against me and went back in sucking lightly on my clit. I moaned and tried to muffle it with my arm. My legs shook around his shoulders. “Riven… it is too much. I cannot… how are you so good at this?” He hummed against me the vibration making me twitch. “Because I want to be. Want to make you come again. Want to ruin you for anyone else even if you keep pretending you hate me.” His tongue pushed inside me a little and I nearly lost it right there. “Asshole,” I whispered but it came out like a moan. I pulled his hair harder and he groaned. “You are enjoying this way too much. Acting all territorial like I am yours now jus

The other hovered near her hair, trembling with restraint. She hooked her fingers into his waistband and tugged the boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip. She gave him a look that was nothing short of worshipful. "Jesus," he breathed as she wrapped her hand around him, her fingers unable to close fully around his girth. He twitched in her grip, hot and heavy, the veins standing out along his shaft. She leaned in and dragged her tongue along the underside, from base to tip, savoring the musky taste of him. When she reached the head, she swirled her tongue slowly around it, lapping up the slick bead of pre-cum.

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he whispered, his voice a seductive blend of authority and lust. I bit my lips. "I don't throw around suggestions lightly, Daddy." . As the water cascaded over us, the room filled with the heady scent of steam and desire. Dax's fingers traced patterns on my skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The sensation sent delicious shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but arch into his touch. We kissed, our breaths mingling with the rhythmic noise of the shower. Lost in the dance of passion, I moaned wantonly, my hands exploring his inked body as his hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve and slit, making me all wet.

" A gush was flowing from her beautiful eyes. He was surprised. His grip was not hard. Suddenly it flashed in his mind. She was a normal human being. How could she bear his hardness? He quickly let go of her face. She put her hands on her cheeks. "Remove your hand," he commanded her. He moved towards her. She shook her head in denial. "I don't want to repeat myself." He removed her hand and looked at her face where the marks were. Her beautiful face was turning red. Her eyes were red with embers flowing. He suddenly leaned towards her and starts sucking her lips. Her breath became heavier. There was also intensity in his touch which was beyond the reach of such a delicate human being. Her br