Fantasy Romance Books With Spice Novels & Stories

Our first roll on the beach here in Spiros, that night we played with dinner, our session in the tinted glass car on the cliff just above the Acropolis, his mouth on mine, his hand pulling my hair possesively. I frown. The barbecued coconut at Edem, his obvious amusement in the face of my out-of-control jealousy, I sigh. It hurts to remember what we did next. Then we came back here and we spent weeks fucking like rabbits in heat. My chin is shaking, I can't seem to stop crying. Everything was millimetrically timed. Everything was planned down to the smallest detail, the Grimoire, the necklace, the fucking robes. Even what he fed me... Everything.

I should bury deep in my mind all the lustful thoughts I have. “Are you sure it’s okay?" He raised an eyebrow at me because of my question, so I went further. “I mean, your wife. Will it not be an issue to her?" He shook his head and smirked. “You’re our daughter’s best friend. Of course she wouldn’t think badly about it.” Oh. Okay, if that’s what you say. When we entered his room, a spice scent flowed through my nose. It smells like him. So manly and sexy as fuck.

I looked at Wyatt, who was appraising me with narrowed eyes. “What? She forgets I can smell her all over the books and I know what ones are naughty, because well ya know,” I leaned over and tossed him a book from the pile. I had started reading the backs of things so I purposely incorporated a little spice in her life. He looked at the title, then skimmed the back of the book, it was some mafia romance. His brows raised, I shrugged.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

I am yours, I breathed, my hands sliding beneath his suit jacket, pressing flat against the burning, muscular breadth of his back. His dark eyes snapped, the last fragile thread of his restraint shattering completely. Adrian claimed my mouth in a kiss that was pure, possessive ruin. It wasn't gentle, nor was it meant to comfort me. It was desperate, demanding, and filthy, tasting of dark promises, blood, and absolute authority. His tongue invaded my mouth, plundering every inch of me while his free hand slid down my spine, cupping my rear through the fabric of my dress and lifting me up off the ground to seat me firmly over his thigh.

As we reached the peak, the amber light of my eyes turned for a split second back into a warm, human brown, leaving the scent of salt, smoke, and the heavy, honest weight of our shared life. "You're not a Queen, Emma," Félix rasped, his forehead pressed against mine as the floor beneath us groaned. "You're the woman who likes honey in her tea and gets grumpy when it rains. The Spire can have the magic, but it can't have the girl." The Spire didn't wait for my consent. It began the Global-Siphon.

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Spicy books. Droves of them which I have read for fun without her knowing of course, and they all share one feature. They’re forbidden romances. Always been a stepbrother and a stepsister. While I believe Mor would kill whatever typecast male jock was set as her sexy step brother if she was ever in one of those novels…. she’s not. She’s right here. Right now. With a stepbrother she can’t stop looking at and who can’t stop looking at her even though he hides it.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

Without exception. My breath hitched, my chest tightening as I turned another page, then another, my hope fraying with each passing second. There had to be something, a loophole, a forgotten decree, a single damn instance where a princess had chosen love over duty. But the books offered only cold, unyielding tradition. A curse slipped from my lips, low and venomous. The thought of that old King's hands on me, his breath sour with wine, his body pressing mine into the marital bed, made my stomach twist. I’d rather throw myself from the highest tower than let that man touch me.