Booktok Spicy Fantasy Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

As you embark on this journey of passion and desire, I wanted to share a personal note with you. Each chapter in this spicy collection is a piece of love, crafted to ignite your imagination and awaken your senses. From steamy encounters to forbidden romances, I've poured my heart into creating worlds where inhibitions melt away and pleasure knows no bounds. But beyond the heat and sensuality, these stories are about more than just physical desire. They're about exploring the depths of emotion, the complexities of desires, and the power of attraction.

But my wear suddenly felt too tight across the shoulder, way too warm. My fingers fidgeting, I opened the Rite book. “I exorcise thee, unclean spirit–” She arched, deliberately. The torn dress slid higher, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, the shadow forming between her thighs revealing no undergarments. Just slick, swollen flesh catching the candle light. She was already wet and dripping, her scent filling the space which hit me. My mouth went dry. “Keep reading,” she purred. “The words make me throb. Makes me want to clench around something thick and holy.”

My tits bounce, my wrists strain against the rope, and every slap of his hips pushes me deeper into the mattress. And as if that's not enough, he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back, bringing a knife to rest on my bare throat. Oh Goddddddddddddd! I go to the clouds and come back down again all at once. Feeling my very fantasy turning out just how I want it. Oh fuck! Oh fuck!!! Ohhh fuckkkk!!! I'm so happy, turned on and wet that I sob in contentment. “Moan for me sweet thing. Let me hear what kind of slut begs for a knife at her throat while she's being fucked.”

I caressed his hard jaw to his soft lips. “Do you remember your fantasies? That you would fuck me here in our tent… your cock pressed inside me as I begged you to fuck me roughlessly… and you would kiss me the way I wanted to be kissed… pleasure me the way you know how to do it… your cum would all be inside my pussy. Isn’t that what you want to do with me in the first place? You would fuck me nonstop in the night until my cunt becomes sore and the first thing you do in the morning is to eat me. So let’s do it, Hendrix. Let us do what your fantasies were all about.” When he opened his eyes, they were even darker that I thought I was looking in some shadow. He gripped my clit that I wasn’t abl

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Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

he wiggled his eyebrows at me comically and I laughed, nodding. He grabbed one of the boxes swiftly and handed it to me. It was the biggest one because my tiny hands were barely keeping it in place. He had a lazy, urging smile that I found sexy playing on his lips. I looked away from him and unknotted the ribbons. I pried the cover open and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as I retrieved the first book. "André!" I whisper-yelled, my voice laced with awe. Being a bibliophile had its perks because as I looked through the four books, with somewhat modern yet vintage covers in mature colours, alongside intricate golden threadings, I knew they were Fantasy books. Dark Romantasies.

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My chest hammers against my ribcage. His breath brushes my neck. Hot, deliberate, tantalizing. He steps beside me, dangerously close, so close I can feel the slight shift of his weight. My stomach twists when I glance at the titles. Tempting Him: On His Desk Kamasutra: Teacher's Edition Oh. My. Fucking. God. I stare at the books for three whole seconds. “That’s not-” I spin to confront him, but he’s gone. Just gone. My head whirls down the dark aisle, rows of books standing like silent witnesses.