Novel & Cerita Books With Spicy Romance

The mix made everything more intense. Sweat slicked their bodies. Tatum’s breasts bounced with each movement. Sloane reached between them and rubbed Tatum’s swollen clit in firm circles. The sensations pushed them both closer. Raw emotion poured out between thrusts. “This stopped being only hate a long time ago,” Sloane admitted, her voice rough and breaking slightly. “I think about you all the time. Not just your body but your sharp mind on the field. The way you read plays. It drives me crazy.” Tatum leaned down and captured Sloane’s lips in a messy, hungry kiss. “I feel the same,” she whispered hotly against Sloane’s mouth. “I respect how hard you fight despite your knee. How you never qu

when I reached for spices. I’d also done something else. When Claire wasn’t looking, I’d slipped a generous pinch of the ghost pepper spice mix Ethan loved into her serving of the sauce. The same spice she’d always complained about at family dinners—“too hot, too much, I can’t handle it.” She would always say. She hated it while He adored it. I smiled sweetly as I plated her food. Lunch started politely. Claire complimented Ethan’s cooking, laughed at his jokes, touched his forearm when she spoke. Every time her fingers grazed him, my stomach twisted with something dark and possessive.

With that, the tense atmosphere between them became much more relaxed than it had been. For lunch, Matthew took Christina to a western restaurant close to the office and ordered a lot of spicy food. Christina felt weirded out by this. Matthew used to be a picky eater that refused to eat anything that had to do with chilli, yet somehow he ordered spicy food today. What was up with him today? They did not sit for long before they found themselves being surrounded by a small mob. “I’ve finally got you!” Philip had brought four lackeys along with him as he glared ferociously at the pair. It seemed that he was here to pay back on what had happened yesterday.

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.

Suddenly, she convulsed, a hot, frantic squirt hitting his face as she reached a massive climax. She didn't let him recover. She spun around and lowered herself onto him, guided his thick, rigid cock into her. She took him in one slow, soul-crushing movement that made Roman's vision go white. He felt himself slide into her, the tight, wet heat of her walls enveloping him completely. She began to ride him then, her movements fast and shallow. The sound of their bodies meeting was a wet, heavy thud that seemed to vibrate through the bookshelves. Roman's hands found her waist, his fingers bruising her skin as he anchored her to him.

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze. “You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins. His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

My chest rose and fell with each wavering exhale. It felt dirty seducing him like this when it had been obvious he was avoiding it. But I didn’t care, a woman had needs, especially under the cloak of a marriage. I let him burn away the lace from my skin, twice over. The hum of the AC and our heavy breaths the only sounds in the room. “I’m not hungry for food.” I twirled a stray lock with my finger, sweeping his body with my thirsty gaze. “What are you hungry for, gattina?”

I licked my lower lip and looked at him seductively. He gripped my hair and then claimed my lips. I felt him biting my lips over and over again, to the point that I can now feel the taste of metal in my mouth. His mouth fell on my chest, and he sucked it both like a lion, so angry at his prey. His eyes are burning, and I anticipated all of his touches, even if they were harsh and rough. All the more I want it. He had just finished on my chest when he pulled me into his body and then claimed my lips again. A moan escaped from my mouth when he lifted me up and slapped my butt five times.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

Something inside of me tightened. I’d read enough spicy romances to know what that meant. My breathing hitched, for a new reason entirely. His scent filled me, and I wanted to be filled in other ways, too. The power of the desire was alien, frightening… and thrilling.