Sexiest Book Excerpts Novels & Stories

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

Turning around under him I snake my arms around his neck, pulling him to me. “It’s a book about” I stop to think how to word the book, but all i can think is that it reads like a supernatural p**n book and i love it. “It has a Fae that can grow an extra dick made of ice” Maddox pulls back and frowns at me. “You're reading a book about other mens dicks, are you for real?” He growls out at me and I can't help but smirk at his jealousy.

Scarlett’s POV The room smelled like blood and wet whiskey and something older like an old book left open too long. My heart still hammered against my ribs the way it had when Loren smiled the ghost of a smile. “Because spectacle is the only way to make certain people see. Because cruelty and revelation are the languages the powerful understand.” He fixed his eyes on me. “And because we need you to choose.”

It was old and dusty so she cleaned it and she finally saw the title “The art of seduction” Serafine read the title out loud. She sat down on her bed, opened the book, and the first image she saw made her close it back rapidly. “What the” She said while feeling shocked by what she just saw Serafine felt like her virgin eyes had just been corrupted. On the first page, was a clear picture of a male and female private part. She was about to throw the book away when she had a second thought. Serafine opened the book again, using her hand to cover the image as she read what was on the next page out loud

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Men think wiggling their eyebrows at us or doing what you were doing is sexy, but really, it isn’t, especially when you’re dressed like that.” I shrug and slump on the bed next to her. “I just thought it was romantic, you know?” She leans over to the side of the bed and pulls out a romance book from under the pillow. “Use this. It’s the best manual for what girls really like.” I take the book and study the cover. A man is kissing the neck of a woman whose blouse is slightly off her shoulder. “Blah,” I say and toss the book to the side. I actually think I’ve read it before.

This made her hazel eyes darken with need. “Spread those beautiful legs for me,” he said thickly. That voice… it sounded so damn familiar to her that she stared at him for a moment before doing as he asked. He sucked on two of his fingers sensually before lying in front of her. He rubbed her clit and she shivered, biting her lip in excitement. “You like that, huh?” he asked. “Yes,” she gasped. “Good girl.” She was so wet that soon, her juices began to slide down, wetting the bed beneath her. He moved his nose to her pussy and inhaled deeply, letting out a satisfactory grunt at the intoxicating scent. He stuck out his tongue and took a slow, long lick.

The kiss was possessive, claiming, and it made Claire’s clit throb anew despite how sensitive she felt. “You taste so sweet when you come,” Lena murmured against her mouth. “But I want more. I want to feel you against me.” She stood briefly, removing her black bra and panties with fluid grace. Her body was stunning — full breasts with dark, tight nipples, a toned stomach, and strong thighs framing her own glistening pussy. Claire stared openly, mesmerized by how confident and unapologetically sexual Lena was. Lena climbed back onto the chaise and gently turned Claire onto her side. She lay down facing her, one leg sliding between Claire’s thighs until their pussies were pressed together in a

She gulped in air and her eyes went wide at the sting and shock, coming back to earth from whatever orgasm afterlife she'd been floating in. You dropped the paddle on her stomach lightly and picked the bullet vibrator back up from where it was still humming on her chest. Then you slammed the dildo back into her pussy as deep as you could and wedged the bullet vibe between her clit and the fake balls of the dildo. The sexiest part of Sabrina, you'd found, wasn't her mouth. It wasn't her pussy, or her butt, or tits. No, the sexiest part of both your girls was their eyes. The way they looked at you. They way they could talk to you through those looks.

The pages held explicit stories that made my cheeks burn and my body ache. I settled on the floor behind a dusty shelf, a flashlight on my phone, and opened the book. The words painted vivid pictures — hands sliding under skirts, mouths claiming skin, bodies pressed together in hidden corners. My breathing grew shallow. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to ignore the growing heat between them. “What are you reading, Miss Vale?”