Books With Spicy Romance Novels & Stories

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

I grabbed her hips, sitting her ass onto the polished table like she weighed nothing, shoving her thighs apart so I could step right between them. My hand shot under her skirt, fingers hooking her soaked lace panties to the side. " Jesus Christ, Elena. " I growled against her neck, biting down hard enough to make her gasp. "You're fucking drenched. " "Alex.... you lying prick..." Her words dissolved into a throaty moan as I plunged two thick fingers into her tight, slippery heat. Her walls clenched around me instantly, warm and velvety, sucking me in. I pumped her slowly, curling my fingers on her spongy spot which made her hips jerk forward.

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she whispered. His hands finally moved — sliding up her thighs, gripping her ass, pulling her down onto his lap. Vesper moaned softly as she felt his hardness press against her core through their clothes. She ground against him slowly, sensually, her hands on his shoulders as she rode his lap. The friction was delicious. Dante groaned, his fingers digging into her ass. “You’re dangerous,” he rasped, lips brushing her neck. “I’ve never wanted anyone this badly.” Vesper smiled, grinding harder. “Then take what you want, Dante.”

"Not just sex, the way you talk to me, the way you move. I want to know more about you, Lucia. Not just how you sound when you come." I kissed him softly, still connected. "I want that too. But this is fast and risky." "Life’s risky." He thrust up gently. "Especially in Sicily. Storms, volcanoes, beautiful yoga teachers who make you lose control." I smiled and started riding him harder again. "Then lose control with me now. Come inside me again." Marco groaned, gripping my hips. "You’re going to ruin me." "Good." I bounced faster, grinding on every downstroke. "I’m close again, come with me."

They clung together, grasping at each other and pressing closer and closer together. Soon their hands and mouths began to explore every curve of each others bodies. "I promised you dessert." Olivia whispered as her dress was slid off and dropped to the floor. "You can have vanilla cake, mango juice, icecream or... me..." "No contest!" he replied, smiling wickedly as he slowly slid her panties down her legs. "You have given me my just dessert and now you're going to get yours." Caspian said and dug his head into her breasts. "Happy anniversary, Husband."

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

I locked the front door, dimmed the overhead lights to just the warm glow of the reading lamps, and flipped the sign to *Closed* but didn't lock it. The shop smelled like old paper, cedar shelves, and the faint vanilla of the candle I’d lit earlier. I should have gone home. Should have poured wine, watched the ball drop on my tiny TV, toasted alone. Instead I lingered. I wandered to the back corner—the erotica section nobody ever asked for help finding. I pulled a slim volume from the top shelf: The Art of Surrender. The cover was black with gold lettering, no photo. Perfect. I sank into the worn velvet armchair tucked between the stacks, the one customers sometimes used to read a chapter be

He smiled to himself, thanked the Infernal Powers, and moved toward her, catching her sea-blue gaze. He stepped in front of her, smiling, and offered to carry the books. She looked into his intense eyes, had a brief flash of warmth, a taste of royal icing, and the instant urge to kiss him. She handed him her books, though, and they walked to her home. She found his scent intriguing, and just knew how he'd taste. Hotter than fire; spicy, like ginger and cinnamon. Sweet and creamy, like royal icing. He walked with her, imagining her touch, her taste, and thinking there was nothing whatsoever wrong with love -- especially when it was mixed with a lot of lust.