Novel & Cerita Romance Books With Spice

When I'm done in the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of white wine, savoring the tangy scent that rises from the glass. My eyes drift over to my bookcase in the living room, and I pad towards it. I let my hand caress the spines of several books before I halt at the one I am currently reading. It's a dark romance with heavy smut, gory violence and a male lead so morally grey you could call it pitch black. Love it!

I lean on the table, and cast my look upon the books they read until two personages occupy the seats at the same table. "Oh, Hessuel! Can we have seats?" Zithri asked while escorting his fiancee. This woman wears expensive charms which I can tell at first sight, has fair skin, blonde wavy hair, and a feminine demeanor—far from Dandeline's way. In response, I nod generously with a smile. I do not own this spot anyway, and it won't be necessary to tail the Moon Priestess anymore. I whistled without a sound when the couple occupied the space while sharing a conversation regarding the books they brought. After a few minutes in accordance with my expectation, Dandeline sat beside me, then whisper

She's been here before so she had no problem second guessing if she was in the right place. She made her way into it and found an array of books. After glossing through books of different genres, she settled for a romance book. From the description at the back of the book, she found out that the book was about a romance between a king and his slave which he bought from a country. She likes the book because it was about true love which she thought she would find but going through a series of events, she's yet to find it. She sighed as she thought of her mate.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

Licking her lips, she moves to settle herself down next to the tray of delicious food before picking up her fork and knife and moving to enjoy her breakfast in peaceful bliss. 45 minutes later and a belly full of food, it doesn’t take Isabella long before she begins to get bored of just sitting within her room. Her body itching for something to keep her mind busy, that she decides on reading one of her many books, a book known as Our Luna, Our Mate. A spicy romance novel dealing with wolves. Werewolves to be more precise before diving into their pages for company. “Mmm, that’s it baby, moan for us” whispers Eros, loving the way Athena reacted to their touch even when Ares moved to bite her b

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The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

Her walls fluttered under his touch, the soreness from last night amplifying every sensation into exquisite pleasure-pain. “Daddy! Ellie! Look at my castle!” Esme’s voice carried across the lawn. "Coming, princess!" Spencer replied, withdrawing his hand with a wicked grin, licking his fingers clean as he turned away. Ellie sagged against the tree, adjusting her clothes, her body humming with unspent need. "Tease," she muttered, but the smile on her face betrayed her thrill.

Her throat tightened, eyes misted, as if she could will reality to transform. She read it again, hoping the words might change under her gaze. But they remained the same, unyielding in their cruelty. The invitation slipped from her fingers, fluttering like a burned-out matchstick onto the marble floor. Aidan had belonged to her for two years, their lives knitted together in a shared future. Their dreams had unraveled just three months ago when he claimed he needed "space." Apparently, his "space" included a dazzling engagement ring and her sister's triumph.

He uses his teeth, nipping the sensitive skin until I cry out. My back arches off the desk as his tongue swirls around the hard tip. When he pulls back, my skin is glistening with his spit. "You've imagined this, haven't you?" he mutters against my skin. His hot breath sends fresh sparks down my thighs. "Me ruining you on this desk... Me marking every inch of you." "Yes," I whimper. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. "Every night. I touch myself thinking about your hands on me. Thinking about your cock inside me."