Sexiest Book Excerpts Novels & Stories

Beauty looked up from her computer and gazed at Jessie curiously. Jessie had her face buried in her phone, blushing like a potato. “What book is that?” “Don't toy with me sexiest man of the year…by Luchi Luchy her pen name is also Caroluchy , now can I read this Fucking masterpiece in peace!” “Well, what's it about?” “Sex…” “Be serious”. “Why do you think I am so interested in it, duh”. Beauty shook her head. “You will never change, Jessie”.

She came hard, trembling against the bookshelves, her moans swallowed by my lips while I kept fingering her through every wave, drawing it out until she was a shaky, dripping mess. I pulled my fingers out slowly, brought them to my lips, and licked them clean while she watched with wide, dazed eyes. “See?” I whispere d, smiling. “I told you I’d handle it.”

I didn't want Alexis to leave at the same time I didn't want him to hear what the seer would say to me, he seemed nervous about leaving me alone with the seer and I hated that. The seer waited for Alexis to leave before her eyes began to dart around me. “I can't believe you are real. I saw in it, where is my book?” She was running about the whole place now and her large dress made it difficult for her. When she eventually grabbed a large book and opened it I noticed there were illustrations everywhere, most of them in color, it was obvious why it attracted her attention. Some of the images depicted wolves. One showed a woman lying next to a human corpse covered in fur. There were so many pic

He wouldn't be in my home right now. Once Neil and Elaina showed up, I felt a little more at ease in my own house. Clarkson went in to help Brynne and Marie in the kitchen while Gabrielle and Elaina seemed to hit it off by talking books-something trending about a very young billionaire and his obsession with an even younger woman... and sex. Lots of erotic sex scenes in the book, like apparently on every page. Neil and I looked sympathetically at each other and had absolutely nothing to add to the conversation. I mean, who reads this crap? Who has time? Why even read about sex in a book when you can have it instead? I don't get that. And billionaires in their twenties? I mentally shook my he

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.

With him occupied, I pulled out the book I had managed to slip away from the library. The title ‘MINE’ was embossed in gold, though the letters were slightly worn as if they had been traced a thousand times. I opened the first page, expecting a ledger or a cold list of assets. Instead, I found a confession. The handwriting was sharp, elegant, and heavy with intent, like a chronicle of an obsession. Page after page, the author described a woman with a poetic, almost frightening reverence. He wrote about the way her hair caught the morning light, the specific, melodic pitch of her laugh, and the way she tasted like summer rain and secrets.

She flipped it open to a random page, curious to see what was inside. She skimmed a few lines and quickly closed it again, a faint smile on her lips. “Looks like he really read this book,” she murmured under her breath, setting it on the bed. The page she’d opened to describe a sexual scene: the protagonist caressing the other character’s intimate parts in a not-at-all-discreet location. The image brought back exactly what Adam had done to her in the dining room—the bold touch, the risk, the pleasure that had left her trembling. Heat rose through her body again just from the memory.

She was sitting at the counter pretending to sip coffee when Aria leaned down to grab something from the cabinet, her hand sneaking under the table to brush up Lena’s bare thigh. Lena nearly choked on her coffee. "Jesus," she hissed under her breath. Aria just shot her a wicked little smile and stood up like nothing happened. Evan didn’t notice a thing. Too busy arguing with the toaster. Lena’s heart hammered wildly in her chest. Heat pooled between her legs all over again. She was going to lose her damn mind. And she loved it. Their secret, delicious and dangerous, humming between them like a live wire. Every glance.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

The sight of new releases from my favorite authors made my heart race. One, two, five, eight books piled in my arms until they reached my jaw and I couldn't hold another without dropping them. "'I'm fucking you because I can't stand not fucking you another second. Haven't you figured it out yet? I'm yours.'" My eyebrows shot up as I turned to find Lucien holding an open book, reading aloud. "These are the kind of books you read?" He grabbed another and flipped the pages. "'She loved the darkness in his eyes, the pleasure he gave her, the way he stopped to watch when she whimpered and wriggled.' Fascinating."