Romance Spicy Book Quotes Novels & Stories

My voice came out lacking weight—airy. “Am I?” Luca leaned in, and his fingers slipped out of the book and traced my chin. “I can quench the fire, if you let me.” His words rolled out slowly, coated with intensity. “And whenever you feel hot, I’ll be there to quench it.” The air around us thickened as his sandalwood fragrance and his warm breath against my skin charged it.

“Yes. So if you can kindly move the fuck out of my way." “You have a very dirty mouth," he leans in. “And you will have a very bloody face if you don't move out of my way." He laughs. “So spicy," he hisses out. “Molto speziato." (Very spicy). The juice, here comes the juice. My pussy is stewing. “Coming mama!" I call out. “Mama is calling me," I lie. “I didn't hear anything," he looks at me like I am crazy, but he moves to the side and allows me to leave.

The intimate moments we shared were like a whirlwind of emotions, a dance of bodies and souls. I recalled the way Lucian's hands explored my body, igniting a fire within me that burned with an intensity I had never known before. Every touch, every caress, sent shivers of ecstasy through my veins, leaving me breathless and yearning for more. His lips, soft and demanding, sought mine in a passionate dance of desire. The taste of him was intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and raw passion that left me weak in the knees.

~*~ Warning the following chapter contains a sexually explicit scene. ~*~ (Quinn's POV) Salvatore stares at me intensely. His gaze burns into my soul, igniting a spark that quickly turns into an inferno of passion deep inside me. “Quinn,” he whispers, his voice rough with need. “I want you.” He points at the spot in front of his feet, and I move towards him. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer as his lips crash into mine in a frenzy. I’m completely consumed by him, as I surrender to my desire.

I just needed to keep my guard up. “My life is filled with the paranormal, but romance? Don’t make me laugh.” I scoffed. “If you think your behavior is romantic, you should educate yourself. There’s a whole bookcase worth of study material.” I gestured to the bookcase where I’d take A Queen Among Snakes off. “You know romance is a two-way street. It’s not my fault you don’t appreciate my gestures.” Aidan kissed my neck, this time higher, closer to my ear. “But if you want me to learn from your smut books.”

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

“Then they’re stupid. Can I finish this last portion or do you want some more?” His lips twitched as he handed over the bowl. “Be my guest.” She fought a groan as the spicy tomato sauce danced on her tongue. “Maya, what’s going on with your bookstore expansion?” The strand of spaghetti caught in her throat and she choked. He flew up from the chair and began pounding on her back, but she shook him off and guzzled a few mouthfuls of water. The poem flashed in mocking horror past her vision. Oh, the tangled web we weave, when first we first practice to deceive…

He asked teasingly and Nate just blinked before he looked away, blushing deep red, Spade's chuckle turned into a sweet smile "I already told you, I've never been with anyone like this, my life before you used to be work, mafia, fuck when I feel like it" he said, making Nate to further blush, hearing Spade use that word so brashly, God he sounded so hot. "I've never had or been with any special someone, you are my special someone Nate" he muttered, before he kissed Nate on the lips again, both of them totally forgetting about what started the conversation in the first place.

“I would burn my crown and throw it into the deepest ocean if I were told that was how I could spend my life with you.” We kiss, and again her scent and taste embrace me. “Now that... earned you a lot of points,” she teases, giggling as she pulls back from the embrace. “Oh, are we keeping score?” I ask. “I’ll have to think of a few more romantic things to say.” She giggles against my lips as she comes in for one last kiss. “Come on,” she says afterward. “Let’s get poor Ciara on the road.” ***

’ [I have not forgotten Ricci, I love you and I will marry I just haven’t decided when yet. She giggled at the look on his face and danced out of his reach when he tried to grab her, ‘Non c'è fretta, mio splendido uomo, non andrò da nessuna parte, sai che sarò fedele, nessun altro uomo può darmi fuoco come fai tu.’ [There is no rush, my gorgeous man, I am not going anywhere, you know I will be faithful, no other man can set me on fire like you do.]